An ImBaLAnce

The desert heat

in ocean sand…

the cosmic flow

of spaceship~manned

A silent string

a box of “whoa!”

the unseen things

in risen dough

There’s work in play—

((((sound)))) in science

I play You work

in alliance

Minding my mind

while needing yours

is why this poem

is filled with fours.

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