heart is a baby belly,
laugh-dazzled dance
of eternities wild air.
secrets lie broken
like decayed kisses
from young fires
we asked god for cake
& champagne, as we must;
lingering though
in cloud and concrete
universe, use green
tree voice.
magic me soft
like corduroy.
The Oracle gave me the first stanza separately, to prepare me for the rest.
Tao-Talk 
Such a wonderful piece, Lisa 👍 And this image made me smile. ☺️
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Aptivi, I’m glad it made you smile. <3
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Have a very wonderful weekend, Lisa 💜
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How lovely. I love the “green tree voice magic me soft like corduroy.” Beautiful!!
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<3 The Oracle is wise and kind.
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Very well done, Lisa.
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This is a lot of fun
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Gorgeous! Every stanza makes its own weird sense. But I love the last one and the lines: “magic me soft / like corduroy.” 🤩
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