of stardrops

skip the intro

find matter within meaning

that rhythm of intention

that is the ground your

sole lies flat on

solid mud festered with weeds and


the cherry tomato season begins

mosquitos celebration in motion

and bites

I am a polka-dot person

stepping on evening dinner coals

and shish kebab sticks for


waiting for those fire diamonds

to fall from the sky

in stardrops

and tell me what meaning matters

watching the world spin

within and lose itself in a

cycle of thoughts and


before blinking into reason

to discover that

from afar

the world is only

one small spot

of barely existent



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