tonight we swept across the carpet and the little gremlins that got stuck in the cracks could stay because the cuzzling of our soft summer feet was enough to call the world clean.
tomorrow we will dance and rejoice at the air, light and weird as it has become, to the dismay of callous acceptance.
and in the future we will sing across the moat and the sea, into the vast shaking earthworm salad.
There is a house by the moat with its front yard unswept, a grassy ceiling to the world with only furniture
Monsters monsters monsters!
The disreputable public knows not a shred of our business secrets, well, maybe a shred.
I say let them come, storm the moat in their aggrandizing boots, take the chambers but leave the maids a life raft, I don't think they ever had the chance to swim. Flood the pavilion with calls of senseless cessation. You'll see me through the parlor's sliding glass door, waiting outside with a question on my mind.
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