sprout

by introspekdt123

a pitcher atop my head with a time release sensitivity

its capacity brimming by word

each code, every symbol

painting with dowse lines and heavy structure

yet fading into view

an elaborate pitcher atop my mind

with a brief like feel

cornerstone surreal

WHO GROWS THERE? 

“it is eye” responds the overseer

“here to celebrate with my pitcher”

 

“TOUCHDOWN and GO FORTH!”

The crowd raves…

 

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