I was thinking of poetry and I was thinking that some poetry is like a palm reading or a horoscope.
Are the power and might in the offered words?
Or is the power in the mind of the one digesting the words?
After all you can grow a garden in a large enough pile of bullshit.
some words here and there
given form by counting sounds
otherwise mismatched
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
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