Did mildew, and moss
Lichen us; an island a crust:
And, did our little—earth?
Its vegetation makes all of us.
"Came from; whence, salutary.
Those first dynamic tears…
That manufactured all, this."
Hideous; bygone, rust...
Languorous sneers in a clay pit.
Waiting; again to absurd—us.
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Did a tear make this ocean? wonderful really. I invite you to read my poems and comment.