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prying wonder from the eyes of the blind

Posted to Action Poetry

steaming compost of fresh memories
left to rot into nourishment
for new experiences
born out of the humus of desire
to follow the light skywards
and bloom with freshness
encapsulated with fragrances
unmatched thru comparisons
of old, musty dreams.

no thing stays new-
no thing stays old-
all things renew the present
in an everchanging kaliedoscope
of mesmerizing wonder,

while another jelly bean
disguises itself in
shrouds of mimmicked delerium,
stuck under the table top
like cromagnum gum,
safe, safe from prying eyes.