Vivid Nonsense2....by Jaime L. W.

The Golden Path To Amazing Helplessness
by Jaime L. W.

People fall from the sky
as it rains a bright plunder.
The cat doesn't know why,
yet some are left to wonder.
Touch the feather to the sea
as they ride the mist down.
Down they ride til they're free,
and the bird sings as a clown.
They steal the day away,
acting on impluse and time.
Some appear straight and gay,
others are caught on the dime.
Alter the rock a tinge,
on your way to the golden path.
Being you felt the gruel and the dinge,
off the way you are on the lath.
The steel is flexed,
though jungle-life is tame.
Feel out the text,
for all is missing a name.
Referring to the tree on the plaster,
the slippery book is a pretend.
Throbbing in the rafter,
peace finally comes to an end.

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