The lens of love leaves me sun starring with a lemonade mustache. The daze is clarity of purpose, in that, i am love, i am love, i am love littering the streets and every vocal beat zapping ear drums, crafting booger coated thumbs into puppeteers and whispering dance moves upon the bends of my eyelash bows. i wake into the freedom of giggles against expectations... one begins the other and winning is indicated by inhale-exhale symbiosis.
one day i wore a hat that could have been mistaken for golden underwear. my third eye was the maestro, picking piano strings with pickles, and making every step an 'x-marks-the-spot'. this day, a subtle boom said yes to the echos of God. Explosions of heart. like a fart, only more particular in expression, more surprising, more... extreme in release.
What to do when i fall in love with the sun and the moon??? kisses on the doorstep of heaven, i offer my unconditional eternity to the calming effervescence of LOVE sewing hearts and everything we senti-magnetically attract into cutting cake and eating it too!... here i am... i am.
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