The Easel Of Sweets

So,they were of different colours
They were lyin' on the desk
I suppressed their desire
    to become a sort of water
I was drawin' them in colours
    Water-colour picture thing
I observed them in the fullbath
   They were drownin'
  Like smooth pebbles

I suspect I was a Tail One
  Murmaid-thing
 An Oceanborn
      i was naked/
Floatin' lightly
      with them all
Through OceanSoul

We were glad-The timeless swallows
We were hovering above
     Coloured things
Of my subconscious
 Vermins of the
         Holy Sky


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