If You Could See the Morning Glories
maze-dangling on the trellis outside
your window in the summertime they're
delicate and blue in their soft fortitude
wake up, wake
up earlier than you can manage
the fatigue is literally in your veins because
I can see through you with my 3-D intuition
if you could only see the morning glories
if you could only see the way
the photons burst through their petals with
absolute truth before they're shriveled and dark
so, so dark
i was going to comment to day and tell you that you were slacking. but here is a poem. good job, friend.
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