A heart of glorious crystals glitters round a being like you to say a happy birthday.
Merry-gone-round and nascent rounding
The final drop of sand in the hour-glass
Bear days of acceptance and forbearance
Of laughter and spilled bile
Your pornographic revelations
Point spectacled crumbs of reminder-remainders
Of epileptic tempers and eclipsed low
A bi-phasic observance
Of frothy “eidetic” philosophies
And ever-surprising jig-saws
If this oddity interests
May I pluck hard in subservience?
Image by Ed Yourdon via Flickr
Have a nice berth-day in sorts
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