echoed sky

grey pearls;
unevenly hued
un-rounded
hold my ethnic pendant;
the monkey God sleeps serenely
when he awakes
he will fly through the thick clouds
pluck through the echoed air-
get me the scented sky

I will cherish it, 
also the blue background
to show the true me to myself

 “totally absurd ideas suddenly make sense”

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