cock-a-doodle-doo
Because my senses detect flowers, a juniper
eventually I feel the flower will burst out of me
a blossom protruding, tender green spilling out
richly rewarding.
I, that is, my self am
nearly nakedly disguised in blue
soaking in deed, in to, under
umbrellas elongated to endure it all
letters of compassion, characters felt, expressed
tiptoe under inducement of sleep.
Because I have found a flower,
eventually the flower will curl out of me
apparently unaware of else
reaching itself and interlacing into.
I, that is, my self
naturally prefer the sun
just as it is
unaware of else, or not paying attention
respectful, it shares equally
your blessing.
However the juniper, the grape, the ginormous pansy
i myself am bathed in purple
glee giggle good
haptic and most certainly, here
eventually i will engage
stir from the chakra outward
temple scrunch, I see.
You
ordained a certain
gratitude and instilled
all that is, still.