In the end,
Why would I stay?
I could run with delirious chanting sea dogs,
And chase Zeus sewn cloud cats;
Into the freezing salty tops of the himalayas.
Past the sweet cinnamon horizon of daybreak,
Toward the lavender infused deep canopy
Of delectable candy corn fruit, flying feathered fish,
And lime zest dirt.
Ragtail dolls dawned in serene battle gear.
Chipped-galaxy-freckled noses and lacy bonnets of Queen Anne's lace.
Tale-telling shoelaces caked in mud and strawberry frosting,
Snaking in the mulch of forgotten temples.
Battles of forever ago spindling, spiraling up through the cracks in the rugged pavement-
The victorious, vicious white flag smothering the cherry blossom breeze.
A slow-stocky winged-fire grasping towards the king of ice-
To melt the frozen heart of winter to christmas morning glitter.
Calling the heroic warmth back to the kindled beggars den of
Crumpled paper poems,
And butterfly winged ministry silks.
Romping desires of moonlight fey kisses.
Where stars bloom like clovers between our toes.
Soft and whimsically baking the rising hopes and dreams,
Into the sweetest pumpkin cherry bread;
Topped of rainbow sprinkles and maple syrup-
Gathered from the giving tree atop of the hill of the gentle deer people.
Clay pots of midafternoon indian birds trilling out the
Chiming calls of a thousand renaissance church bells.
Soaring towards the next sundried nesting bed;
Upon the sweetened iceberg bushes of forgotten islands.
Peanut Butter banquets of rigid jamborees held,
On the backs on of giant turtles crossing the shimmering seas of Mars.
In the beginning-
Where would I go?
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