requisite rhymes

(been a bit short on whimsy of late...)

Leather and denim at half past eleven, the stroller on a roll. The box full on mind pox, the tree and the million bees. The concrete beneath your feet. The sign buzzing in electric whine, the way I wondered, the big bang, hills I climb. The atom the last little the only bit, the mostly empty space, the biosphere, the carbo-chlorophyllic interface. The short attention span.

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