ABOUT CONSISTENCY.. PEACE TONY
By the door is that a spore? a kind of living being..I am man a supreme hand in thinking, telling seeing..out into the garden..jaybird with his sass..flowers glow as I flow across the living grass ..
Underfoot where grass was put by nature of the world..one blade in the shade speaks with a sunbound grassy girl..’sometimes I like humans..when they smile and kiss..other times ignorant..don’t know we exist’
The grassy girl broke off her conversation with a bee..said..’I have read stored in my head they may have empathy’..’they give us water when the clouds are sleeping on the job..and fertalize and feed hired a gardener name of Bob..
A sparrow stopped his writing of harrowing tales from Jay..and said..’I tried to write something..they don’t have much to say. Seems they learn only to turn what is learned away’..
A hawk pursuing Ronnie Rabbit stopped his breakfast quest..saying ‘In flight from great…
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