—We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not dread bleak dusty imageless locomotives, we’re golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our own eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.
I know. I love these words from the poem. And yes, that is my sunflower–it’s an altered photo. LOL! I needed a sunflower that “matched” Ginsberg’s lines.
Ooo! Ginsberg! “Spied on by our own eyes”. Is this beautiful purple pink otherworldly sunflower yours? It is amazing!
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I know. I love these words from the poem. And yes, that is my sunflower–it’s an altered photo. LOL! I needed a sunflower that “matched” Ginsberg’s lines.
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It is so beautifully matched
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Thank you!!!
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WOW! Love your card, and those words! Oh my!
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Thanks for loving the card…And the words? Yes, I totally agree! Oh my!
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