T Rex?
Your flashy, iridescent, therapods.
Yup
Yawanna know wha tickles me most
Papa. Everything tickles you.
But it will be . . . a stretch.
To most people not you
Weve grown up together
Yes. giggled We have.
So Mamma T Rex is standing over her eggs Admiringem
Melancholic?
Jah
Why?
Umm On the sheensunlight off one egg Like a screen
She sees the future
Okay.
The surface opaque image
ghostlike wavers sinuously
backan forth back anforth
Mamma’s a diviner?
And what does she behold on the egg’s
surface?
She reflects subtly off the eggsees the
image through her reflection
What does she see?
She sees her line T Rex embodied A very small hummingbird
Tad grim, Papa.
Grimmer if stabbing deeper into the
empty socket noodling opticnerve dining on tasty frontal lobe
Well . . . . thanks for that.
Somethinghuh
Something I wouldn’t have seen if you
hadn’t said.
Small Faces Itchycoo Park https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nO9DqvznjrQ mono https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp4JUsYoShw
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