I am lost in a swamp
of adjectives, gooey, sticky,
boggy, messcatastric (don't bother looking that one up),
longing to rise above the mess, excretion, digest
completion, Gobblystinko (don't bother) – and
fly into a sky of non billowy, yet brilliant, resplendent,
eyeglareoffendic (forget it also) to meet bright
Nature Spirits, wings shimmering, gleaming, after the
rain-steaming~ those fumes of rainbows at high...
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