poem

In the midst of the current and the
spheres of reality
something phenonmenial happens
the feelings of the almighty being
spew out
leaving nothing but a trail of cold sores and bed time bugs
encrusting the soul of every forgotton child
oh how we love those radiant hours
where everything seems surreal
and life is nothing but forever.

Photo: Bekliyorum by Pakpao.

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