DAVID GERARDINO - WEIRDLY SURREAL

TIME is always shifting, like
quicksand i say, first to the
center, then the left, then right,
then laughter spits out from the
sky, leaving this moment full of
dirt, rust, and the sounds of blue, and white
butterflies, still, life finds the power
to kick and bite, and stand on two
big feet.

DAVID GERARDINO

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