goody goody!

Paper bag angel pours out her soul,
consisting of jelly beans and candy root beers.
She offers up
and I partake in her cleansing,
savouring the saccharine delights
of an edible spirituality.


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Dry and cracked underbelly,
finish torn and laid waste by cold sunlight.
Many months pass leaving collective damage and sorrow.
A warm breeze?
An awakening.
Once again a use has been found. Rolled over
in delight I sit.


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Angry paper trails grouchily dismembering paths of slime and debris. No more will a clause of the least resistance be a threat to humanity. Purchasing a vanguard of civilization one day at a time. Waxing and waning to the horizon, pungent and effusive. Why does the skyline shine so? Reflecting off the fuselage, mine own eyes reveal the airplanes for what they are. No longer magic, but as yet beyond understanding.


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