In need, of that boost of our, spirits here, translated…
The Days Ordinary, Bright Like Milk
The Just Waken-Up Consciousness, Still Rowed that White Paddle of the Soul———
Early in the Morn, the Square Patterned Table Cloth Like the Soul Awakening
Burned on the Static and the Sparks
Causing the Cups, the Tray, and the Utensils, to be So Delicate as if Made Of Cream
All the Utensils Contained My Days
The Wonderful, the Sorrows, Leaving Them be
Would Cause the Fuzzes to Form
With Every One Your Choice:
The Intrinsic, Beautiful Cocoons
Keeping Guard, Cherishing
Or, Expanded, Carried by the Wind Like the Dandelion Seeds
All of it, Plainer than Our Own, Selves
The Leaves Rolled Away a Year's Worth of Goings on
I'd Loved the Eternity I'd Found in Daily Life, Like How You Walked Along, that Balance Beam that's, Spotted
The Thin Cat I Kept, Tipping Over His Milk, Soiling the Rug
Wet to Making My Heart, Ache
Sometimes, We'd, Soiled Our Own Selves
Defeated to the Point of, Given ,Up, and Yet, on that Balance Beam You'd Walked & Told to Me
Life Still, Loves Us
So, this is as we see no light, we're, about to give up on everything, someone gave us a hand, pulling us, up, giving us that much need boost, so we can, start going, again.
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