Myriad of Truths
Glee, glow and gloom:
juices swirling
in vague, blurred flows,
orthogonal
to gold, ancient lines.
Zig zag,
zircon structures
raised by sad, undead
puppets, holding
flowers in a
solemn Greek sunset.
Laughter on loop
drowns the sulk of
autumn marigolds.
Relieved they are
that puppies hurt their stomach
with sweet honeysuckle thighs.
Sleep tight, sweet cats.
Trust the sights
as they lull you.
The blues, they come,
they pray to landscapes anew.
Cherish this,
not the past,
for pies are best
when they bloom,
before their first night
walking on foot.
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