Chin-Pull

15 Nov

Pudding plods, bleached

Thinned out by some cosmic fork

Whisked around the world and left in layers above the mountain crags

Today, still. But not ever so

Some days, the dairy expires gray, dull

And the clouds lose their magnetic chin-pull.

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