15.2.07

A Strong Preferance for Winter Constellations

Recently born babies see with their noses;
mothers pharemones wafting in making chemical concoctions
in the brain.

A long long time ago, I'd never be able to remember
the first time I saw those shiny dots in the sky.

the feeling, when divinity hits the skull...

That's why I sent the package,
my new volume of endless lethargy
affectionately titled "This Side Up."

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