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Baby Come Today, October 4th

04/28/2026 14:58h
Ecstatic experiences with nature This is an automatic furnace Do not drop or roll Do not handle with squeeze lift truck Handle with care This is a piece of quality assured Home heating and cooling equipment The Ohio Valley Container Corporation Made its container to stand A resistance bursting test Of over 200 pounds per square inch Not an inch a metaphor, These words are on my window There is no pane, the first frost comes The second baby, we'll have to Turn up the heat, eat nothing And breathe through a rose Emulating the butterfly's patterns And the repetitive indifference of leaves Turning pink, color of the rose, so flushed Orange color, color of trees Ecstatic mists train us, no feeling No feeling, only moving beginning The pane crashed, baby falls Between loose pelvis onto the sheet Watches leaves blow wind onto window Ecstatic poets bend over, watch the thin doctor He's in the light, this is a chore or task Leaves blow the rose upside down up and down the street Interior blowing toward muscles and thighs Bending up and down, pictures of people The butterfly replaces the hat Every inch of the sheet is ironed Practice matches a new sculpture of thought in ephemeral stretching The space is no bigger than needed Air and water all around, pennies in water I foresee a taste for display in blowing up and down The crown describes only fantastic gems in air No loose signs of what the teas will do for you Fear a moment of taking longer than the warmth lasts The visitors and the coaches then speak of their intention For time to deny any atrophy or waste, even the giggles Later longer than warmth not in inches But in wrappings of leaves for warmth and evenness The warm colors, the cold blue curtains between the sun and the moon After pretension to be singly devoted to one's task is swayed to love Then the simple movement from inside to outside Become astonishment, red yellow orange and eyes bright Sophia Crystal foretells as I foresee absence of memory who sings eternally Only to sing more and more