Musings in mad mustard fields as fall falls

I awake to the day rushing into memustard hills

I wish you love
I wish me love I wish you love
I wish you love again
love and more love

And you and you

and me and me

I wish the further full receiving

the simple circle spinning
that the love I give is so the love I get

I let that seep into every pore of my cellophane soul.

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