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conjuring from the womb of the sun, we were there
in galloping mirth, fondling with time like bubbles dissipating.
we were bleeding, our blood akin to the stars,
floating in a pool of honey, underneath a spiral tyndall,
in the laps of a tuned meadow and renaissance skies
dwelling like the gremlins on saturn's rings
we were there, dissolving in a midsummer daydream.
YOU ARE READING
ᴍᴇʟɪᴏʀɪsᴍ ᴏғ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ
PoetryMELIORISM OF THE UNIVERSE Meliorism: (n.) the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world This book is a collection of poems and thoughts of a eighteen year-old girl, who observes the world in a different light...
