things I have been thinking about

Near  4now

And and the snail snaws 4ward,
I believe- things that I shouldn't-
impossible things.
And the lion roars reveraly,
she's loud.    
Lousy.  Rival minded.
I am subject to the whims of the lady's whisper 4now,
she is moving into the cracked green door's only opening-
that part of you and me.
I believe- impossible I know.
It is nearer now than ever B4.




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