Even arthropod eyes
hurtling down airborne highways
cannot register strings of spectral hues
one in two chances for the miniscule
to slipstream between or else a weighty rage
against sticky bonds and the gravitational pull
of the grave
but headway is not always safe passage
we blunder overboard, plunge from heights
without a safety net
Am with Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden today for the Flash 55 PLUS ‘Space‘
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