How 'bout them Apples?

Cracked Cisterns / Roses Stoned

Oh my! Jeremiah, my patient undercover brother

What had they been thinking?, without Wonder

Only on self or perhaps their impressive coiff

Butt its all right, alright, all ready

In my inverted Universe we sail

Water flows Up, friction forgotten

and Like Gaudi explosions, kissing the Sky

the Messiah is my Sister's soul, cracked + healed

@ High Noon, the Sun shines straight in, illuminating All

JSM 9:12 am January 21, 2❦22

What the Pint said to the Quart, in pleasing, rhyming Meter.

( CS : colourful sprites = little Molly D. )

( Sunshine = that God dude/tte, again! : )