Eternity-team
They let me sit on turtles when I was tiny Squeeze up to the glass of hammerhead giants, Slurp on sea creatures and blow dandelions…
We don’t exactly mirror the monkey But are closer than we think we might be and definitely as funny… Our obsession with movable things and lunatic flippancy… But our eyes, like the monkey, hold something bewildering - reaching . . . Eyes half like the whales of the ancient seas - possessing something purer, deeper to teach… Meanwhile the turtle jerks its head, creeping - slowly climbing their way through this world’s conflicted feeling… And the child that sat on their moving beach was carried a small cosmos - Like the wild horses under emerald-gold bods catching up with eternity’s calm clock…
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