An ImBaLAnce

desertheatoceansandThe 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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