Leaning against the wall, between
jars and a picture of Venice.
Not pointing or agreeing, but noticing
the earth has tilted the wrong way.
Warnings abound inside tea leaves
and missing fireflies, but somehow
it seems more “Over the Rainbow”
than Grimm Fairy Tales, so…
I don’t trust my eyes or
my understanding of fusion
but I like the word obsidian and
the idea of chaos becoming smooth.
The Word Rummager 
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