hot lava
the child clung to the chair-back
screaming he'd not come down
because the carpet was hot lava.
the mother vacuumed.
screaming he'd not come down
because the carpet was hot lava.
the mother vacuumed.
i vow to travel lost, arriving each step, amidst petals, from distant mountains, without names, speaking between quote marks, all the while humbly appreciating the shining maps that guide me thus.
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