Space Sandwiches
And oh the hearts of the dollars.
Life's rampage.
All is love in love and glory.
My priest bowed to my maid today.
The ones in my mind.
This is our absinthe.
Our absence of release.
Find the wings in your basement.
The soul's retreival.
You are so much more than all the world.
POV and length of line be damned.
Of all cosmic energies,
You are peanut butter and jammed.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2023
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