Butterworms of the word. The beetles trample the house of life, where the outskirts of the world is a sea of butter viewed with a microscope. The humans are viewed as worms. We sit on the window still without arms or legs, where Grandma places her pies to cool in the afternoon breeze. Where is the word going to take us? Covered some wooden dirt areas inside and out
Hey, this poem was really captivating. I listened to it twice. They really painted a picture. And the noise in the background, I believe it sounds like Rain was so supporting in the poem. You got to give me telling a story for sure. And yeah, there's a lot of symbolism and of course, artistic representation and depiction is going to mean everyone gets a different experience from it
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@EdgarPoint · 5:00
Nothing new under the Sun, I guess, is the perfect way to express how we are always here. Forever matters. Emotional space. When you play this over and over in your head. Three, six, nine. Thought, feeling and belief. It's exciting. The first couple of times you dabble live a lifetime. And you can only share with someone a reality that you can only experience yourself. So perfect life lived. Don't tell me you don't live a perfect life
