strawberry bodies
engulf sadness
(light up) / twirl like weather vanes
for you
in carnival houses, pronounce
themselves
/ happy.
i predict
a swelling of people, a
bulging/burgeoning flock
of seeds
(flying) towards you
in the night, a
human barometer
of popcorn
chasing dreams / and quelling boredom,
a flurry
of mad beams and swirls and
unpopped
kernels scattered like / doppler
persuasions...
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