“The Exceptional Urge”
I’m a permanent marker of this statute
When cause meets effect over your radar.
A silver bird pulls off my parachute,
Glitter as dreamed, under oceans far.
Peaks turn around the clock enough for vista
Depending to where lost manual control seems-
Hunters remove themselves from another barista
In modern wear and tear of fashion within dreams.
So, why, how does a sinking wave rupture along these bubbles
As views report the missing links between both spoonfuls?
Your remains part into looks suspended of rubbles:
Purple monochrome, horehound, or roasted apples.
Fern withholds to physics a forgotten trance upon kites,
Each wing to slumber, near a coasting fatigue with bites.
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