The table was animals again.
Back like it should be.
When the beginning was before.
We tumbled into sequential spirals.
The ancient growling all above us.
We were caves or a tree.
Beds of seeds and flowers.
Like us and all forever.
Held together by some colors.

Sep 2, 2012

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