Is there no escape
one look from him and I melt
does he have clay feet?
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Is there no escape
one look from him and I melt
does he have clay feet?
does he have clay feet?
when he moves as if heavy
from lifetimes' own weight
From lifetimes' own weight
we can breeze through the big bumps
laughing all the way
laughing all the way
his story felt tickled touch
and filled tummies bare
And filled tummies bare
just a pittance was needed
to break the pattern
to break the pattern
of continuous haiku
she struggled and lost!
she struggled and lost
abandoned by her instincts
to the stark unknown
to the stark unknown
a lone white rabbit bounded
lost against white snow
Lost against white snow
a hidden beauty awaits
to be kissed by spring
to be kissed by spring
flowers face into the sun
fine dew-drops sparkle
Fine dew-drops sparkle
danicing upon spider webs
winking at the sun
winking at the sun
I blink there and blind again;
oh, for sunglasses!
oh, for sunglasses!
help me with this awful squint
let me see, full on
Let me see, full on
For I dread to know its aim,
Empty, but bare truth
Empty, but bare truth
Is just the truth of empty
bareness; a vessel.