tiny Mountain. Big hill. f l at lungs
won d e r f u l -~ no thing new ,,,
except age. 16th’s in n o t e s 32nd’s
and 64th’s to die at 128th’s! Ten finger’ed
or 12? my bled heart ||-> soul and broken
fingers … who EATS shattered thoughts
and pieces of tiny angry bumble bees : ghosts
with flesh. Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 yums.
dessert is Clair de Lune.
:: 04-20-2019 ::
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