tonight i am a tadpole
lavished with coo's
of candor
yet spells of pond scum
intoxicate my sensibility
for within this familiar pond
lurks thine lilies that
sink in fleeting rapture
the stars,
the moss,
and grasshopper metronomes
replete with whimsical rejoice,
chant incantations
that rollie pollies come to witness,
lovingly humbled
and lulled to sleep
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