The purple moose strummed a song about forgotten tomorrows.
Reality melts; dreams carve doors that no one enters.
A list of meanings too witty to decipher:
1. Whisper like candy canes.
2. Puzzles in puddles.
3. Mortar brought to life by rest.
4. Wails corrode the fabric of laughter.
Do not forget the fragrance of charred poppies. Visit the whisker wind of ephemeris; indulge in senseless thoughts thought long gone. Still, a text message from the 8th dimension waits in silence.
Clocks sometimes blister, and uncooked wishes dangle like puppets,
ready to sway on a foolish breeze:
- An acorn told me today was office-supply day.
- Grooves on a vinyl reflecting silent screams.