When, time and space don’t exist,
yet stand upon the ethereal platform of creation
I was a girl. Helping those in need.
Now, creativity flows in flux
dripping in drops like blood onto styrofoam,
spreading as soon as
plop!
it hits
expanding like an ant colony gossiping and gathering food
I think of you,
my grizzly bear who gathers honey
from my honeycomb
all I can be is candid with you
Sweet love you are a source of stability
like a telephone pole in a storm
thunder and lightening twirling around your stable base
rocking gently with the wind and I am a bird upon your lines
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