Marble Cosmos Bag

Driven by necessity the pulling of it centers You squint your eyes walking west past noon It is mythical like walking in the mist Facing the yellow blaze You march forward into the blindness You see the issue in essence Confirmation goes a long way You are half decent You have half a brain Are you all nonsense? Of course you are and then again as always Thankfully also not for all things are pointless Your work has some impact Carrying rocks from one side of the island To the other for no reason is redundant You sweep the street but unlike them it keeps you Other people walk and kiss on it But the street never sees them You do Or sell a taco It makes sense, no? I saw you in a bag of marbles Spherical things almost unnatural they were In perfection A bag of tricks When they fall, they don't hold still They are quite silly and unhappy With flat surfaces as they come on in With all of that momentum Straight angles make for running But sometimes some surfaces can be quite Accommodating When I turned to see the countless stars They seemed quite empty Things always busy fading away slowly Exploding Quite senseless they all are Floating about in this amazing royal trim Of crimson fox fur on the outside The black blotches stand quite in Finished with a purple velvet interior You run your fingers across

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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