Under the
underway I above lift, outwards
Into the
outway, inwardly,
Until it is
so, then it is
So that it
is.
Life can be
so sweet, awwwwww.
It is so up
into downway slurred, sloshed,
diagonaled,
many ways, all not one,
until it is
so, that the dragon is the sun.
Why ask when
it is now so?
This is what
is to be known, nothing more.
Truly, the
fool is due, the fool is true.
Oh, you,
silly me, I’d not forgotten backways
Of your
emergencing always, through frontwards
displays of dominance,
today, today, hooray!
Hooray you!
You are true, you are known,
as you
already knew, yes, you!
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