“Glasses Of Molasses”
Any emotion has a second.
All color has a new sound.
Each second has a different color.
Every sound is a beautiful day.
Suns have daughter planets.
Planets are alive in the solar system and die in the cosmos.
Died yesterday and turned into the bark of a birch tree.
Dug like a beadle.
Turned on the music’s melodies.
There were whistling flutes and tambourines’ bongos.
A touched, time traveler’s, troubadour’s tune.
I sat on a full moon.
By Jonathan Billet-revised 05.06.14.
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