Song of 81 Poems, XI

Patience and trouble were never late.
    The husband played mouthing his howls,
    As we wreck patience.

Lady Rainbow, my astral absurd paragon,
     my dirty little sleep Mama took it or what?
She's amused around some insane droll drizzle.
    Sounds ok,

Wildly, your father would capture surface.
    I have him fast, a problem in time

    they saw up front.

Doctor Sanity chose deep laughter.
   Insanity buys our trust.

   You were observed babbling.

Let thought act cunning to sculpt him blind.
Mom, told us, stop the night sky.

    My perfect sister, came on to see it.

Orphan my opaque soft instrument,
      impressions of an important mission.
Seaweed creeps into sculptures and green water.
   Such will lick out opinion.
Be young. take good luck.
     My madness is performed fast and dry.

Wryly, I crept through the white streets,
     used my dormant shadow

     to know I'm here,

Song of 81 Poems:

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37 38 38 40 41 42 43 44 45
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55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63
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