peace frog

the early morning fire
solar analog
it all starts with one
and splits into two
like a ferocious butt
cleaved its cheeks
can’t you feel the fire
the fury and the tempest
the hot reunion of me and you
as we dance together
perfect in sunshine
without shadow
harmonious and gladdened
awake and remember
an ancient spring of
celestial neurons escapade
on the saddle of the moon
cogent burn down the town
but i’m antiwar

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