Tonight in the excavations
You wandered far out on the ledge
I must have sounded like a nut
Unprepared for contact between our worlds
For the intoxicating supernatural radiance
Of a neighboring dimension
It all went sideways so fast
A blur in the bedlam
Farewell until our true meeting
At least you gave me the benefit
Of your bud like breasts your
Skin like baking bread overflowing

About ubu507

memory documentation and manipulation
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