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fairies wear boots

Toe-tap the roots
 into Sycamore
 as I anoint her belly,

 a conduit of bottom-most palpitation.

 Put away the pen my dear,
 creation needs no life support

 and

 anthropologists poison mirrors.

 We are the edge,
 everywhere an ammonite

 skin no longer separates
 vision,
 is not divided.

 Do not deny
 when the cursor
 again becomes a point

 Let not the secularism
 of rationale
 destroy the positivity
 that defies proof.

 (Proof, is for the pussy
 too self aware to post this)
Written by lightbaron
Published | Edited 7th Mar 2013
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