logic in light
Firefoxes cutting the swamps in rainbow blades,
making no sense..
Such beauty left to skate the murk and slime,
then gone, as if in defense.
Had the collective goo thoughts, as I,
sorrow would prevail..
Instead it projects yet another world,
bullfrogs laugh about secrets they'll never tell.
Walking away I'm sure of yet another dance,
is it coincedence?
Flurried wavers of light, waltzing with the cattail,
remind me it never had to make sense.
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