This poem is really kind of weird and random. it's different from what i wrote before.
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For when was the wishy nigh?
who found it there amongst the leaves
and why did it see my heavy sigh
and why then, did it sneeze?
And fish do fly and birds do swim
and labored hens do burdens bring
for I can eat your every whim
and from the top of pie, I sing
and in amazing twilight noon
when all the rocks have died
I'll eat your kisses with a spoon
and wait till they have dried
and in the weirdest silent way
a frog chirps its little tune
it keeps the nightest sounds at bay
and swallows up the moon
when in the right-lit fantasy
there comes the eldest star
there is a life in ecstasy
and a newness not too far
and on the string of broken thought
there hangs an empty kite
it flies in the wind that whistles brought
not knowing why it's right
and when I lie down in my hand
and trod upon my direction
I write a symbol in the sand
in blood that needs correction
A checkmark for an open soul
an old and helpless flight
for why is me and who is goal
and is tomorrow night?
