“Flax”

“Flax”

Once upon a time.

There was a lion named Flax.

He filled his mixed bag of stars and let angels comb his hair.

Soon, every shooting star hit a target.

Each target contained glitter, gums, and reflection of light.

Flax remained in a bear’s claw when seeking food.

A whole recycling spun under his fur.

Guardians took off his fur and revealed spinning marble.

Dreams brought him into the core where evil spirits roamed in dying shadows.

Of course, his guts were made of clay to be sealed in a lamp.

Love burned on the strings until his chambers exploded.

Room became void within eyes of long stars.

Potions dripped among spades filling the great emptiness of power.

Flax flipped the switch due to views on clear dimensions.

Angels lifted the other husks in pursuit of warm toughness.

He ate off the bear’s claw to which skin melted.

Creatures of Planet Zorm pulled a lid off the hook.

The hook carried floors made of rain.

Flax, a now relaxed lion, dreamed of his voices over the radar.

Stations played in eternal ghosts.

Later on he’d eventually rest in peace on a block of stone with golden corn.

Bloom covered his face in light before more tongues came out.

Every kernel was transformed into a missing link around the bending treasures.

The moon died of starvation and the whole Planet of Zorm collapsed.

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