Ask for cake green glass but
an air pie corduroy soft sail.
Fly to bleed breeze’s sad rhythm.
In a dirt cup eat the thing
work from concrete and fool-dazzle.
Self-salt as a tree has to.
Bring long breath with old steam
on a candy bug dog star.
Blue poetry naked porcelain dance haunt.
She is caramel-bellied, with a wildflower voice.
Marble men may see no universe.
I look like a velvet sister of heart
and did make time coffee-colored eternity.
Don’t ask me what it means, but The Oracle made a beauty of a poem that has no meaning.
Tao Talk 
A cocktail of carbon dioxide mixed with methane could have induced the psychic trances that made the oracle hallucinate.
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Yes, or killed the oracle. The oracle, btw, is a computer app.
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The Oracle will take you places you’ve never been. The return trip can be just as interesting.
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What’s the return trip?
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I’m pretty sure it’s pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard – the distillation of her message.
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OK, will have to take a look at this one and see if there is a distillation… Thanks Ken.
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I was sounding technical there, when i didn’t want to be. I just meant that The Oracle can take you on a journey. The return trip is when you decide what she’s saying, and that’s just what you’ve done here. :)
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Got it. As I pull the words out of the stack and arrange them I’m deciding, I think that’s what you’re saying?
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Yes.
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:)
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Thats a really great poem! <3
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Thank you, Carol. It turned out pretty good :)
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