Ficly

New Hawaiian Hampshire

Rainbows

came thrown

like the path of

a touchdown pass,

Grown like a patch

sown like cotton

seeds lead to cash,

Folded and flown

like paper aircraft,

Alone, like I laughed

n’ everyone groaned,

Stoned like detached

magma gets scratched

smooth in the grist of

the weightless abyss,

where pebbles don’t

settle, because, well,

everything is moving

on a molecular level

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