be
tween
bauhaus
and rococo
flames are fanned
by a sirocco
while an agilistic gekko
straddles lamps,
each glowing deco
oared and poled
by a lithe raftsman
me, I'm cosy with my craftsman
walled about, graced.. far from rowdy
with undulating forms, by gaudi,
cat-folk lap milk from each saucer
in their treehouse, ala hundertwasser...
please don't wake me from this dream...
with words, 'so life is not a stream'?
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