The Poetic End


the dry snow slides between the yellow sky

each flake streaming down a copper straw

the wind sifts and becomes a misty air

blowing against the copper straws



millions and zillions

copper straws hanging from

nowhere everywhere

stars pollinate the earth

liquid flowers flow

nothing left

but a smooth glass earth

and a blue smoke swirling

inside it

in the beginning

god created the heavens

and the earth

in the ending

god pulled his plug







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