Attempt

Attempt

In purple balloons, there was Joy, in my attic, my living room, floating around
I saved it in them, for a while or two
You know, supplies, like our ancestors did with the apples and herbs, for those who might need
Meantime, I was cropping Silence, and Reason and you
Came
And they burst.
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You make words into strings.
I’ll hold one end, if you hold the other.

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