into a city beyond
I have been in a dream of being a bubble machine
churning ideas that stand up
entering the scene is me driving toy soldiers
up a mountain and across the top
to a spot where water gushes
nourishing all as we grab so more
then I a wake from a sleep
blowing bubbles of men in parachutes
ironic to see vivid picture and better planting my seed
each time I think these are my children
borne from my thoughts and words matter
into a city beyond the bound earth
into the light as the Sun swoons
yes its me art baby blue
bringing forth each tidbit morsel truth
all for a smile and a pretty you
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