I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, but….
Expression will open many sealed boxes, and offend those who are exposed.
I shake it all up to see if bitterness can be released. Something is released but evaporates, before I can catch it to identify and destroy.
Now, it’s all over in the atmospherics, impacting thought processes, rather than the physique. I sense clones springing up all around me, though nobody else can see those or recognise.
What a season of creativity! What a pandemic!
sow the seeds
they’ll flower some day
If it rains