why i’ll always be my best friend

.


the spice of the space
is a poem






is a piece
of bread
that birds
share

this grace is like grass growing everywhere.
blind fools
ignore
that proof

prefering to dig their own hole into the infinity of nowhere else

the spice

of the space

is a howl is a yell

the yellow old owl
told me that last crazy night

when it was all dark everywhere
a ___ r ___ o ___ u ___ n ___ d

but the light from that

_______ o w l

coming from inside

that hot
seed of space
i found behind my mindwhere everything is always all ways
to be in the warm source of charms that the rainbow snake is keeping
from the infinite avidity of the blind fools’ loops

deaf
to
death

because the chant of the spice of the space is only silence

full
of
allthe microsphere melodies
we hide in

╭✩〰〰 text: Jean Bernard Thomas 〰〰✩╮
╭✩╯ illustration: The Owl and the Pussycat╰✩╮
╰✩╮╰✩╯╭✩╮by Lakhsmita Indira╭✩╮╰✩╯╭✩╯
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