The Queen of It Ain't Nothin' Atoll
There's something to be said for darkness,
Makes you unappreciated city lights.
Whatever's out there could be bougainvillea,
Or maybe not. Honeysuckle smells
Like anything else, but I think that may be
A tree. A column. A dead stiff streetlamp.
The sound of waves may indicate
An ocean or a relaxation tape, but
You should just let go this need to know
What things are. Just let them be. I tell you,
Once you drop off the vine, you'll bloom,
Not fall behind. Blind and lovely,
I'll call you: prophet, person, object,
Whatsit sitting pretty in the middle of the pack.
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