Sunlight Is Granular…

So my eyes are finely tuned… be holding my deep Woods View… Rainforest trees… summer sunlight streaming through… God reaching down his holy hand.. to soothe…

See this poet… arranging what he can… trying to seal with glue… letters forming into a centipede… as the creation begins to move..

Robert Frost wrote with words of gold…The road less traveled strewn… imagine daylight slowly fading away… soon arriving paper mache Moon…

Magnetic Storm…

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