Behold a swaggering Behemoth!
It shakes on wheels of jelly;
Seven giant spinning plates,
On them important items slouch.
Wrapped around in ‘mazing colours
The Gigantean plows the ghosted way.
There rises through the misted floor
A figure dressed in hurried panic,
And upon a mystic solid wall
He writes “10 of 10”, and sinks again,
On his lips a flickering smile mysterious.
Relaxing beneath a tatty varnished floor
Cobwebs build sticky palaces.
Bursting through, beady mousey eyes
look with a distant tenderness
at a world cool focused and diverse.
Dust swirls and a city materializes.
Upon the swirling eddies, a buddha proclaims,
Bright lights and shaking jelly words
A song so light and breezy, he makes
an oasis for weary souls.
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Nick Victor
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