Daylight floods like saliva.
Adam asleep after Eden,
an itchy ex-cherub bearded and dreaming
of broken eggs as the coffee yawns then
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myths dispelled in chromatic reflections of reality - love the line, 'fork prongs in her hand'! Rgds, Ivan