the toos of cotton candy

our sock flops hidden syrup pots

lego bricks in the shag

mischief under the stove

a waxed crescent lunatic clevers our silhouette,

watches our wondered nonsense

in cardboard times,

wandered-absence is not yesterday

in the twos by toos


she is marbles i am magpie

each other, our rolls and fly

our mirror we cannot see

but our run in the darks can trust in it

true and fierce our saturation cries


a mix and floss of everything beyond our tale and nose

too far to see. too close to see.

our blinds are our binds

spun apart we are all ways together


like cotton candy

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