This is an improv of the piece "Tulips and Chimneys I" by ee cummings. This piece uses a late rhyme scheme and I wanted to use the line "furnished souls."
We live in a world where two people
could travel in a blimp and still watch
as the stares seep into the pores of the sky,
whimpering like a cat through a peep hole,
noticing softly the furnished souls forever
to be cleaning some table in a place
where this excites. A place not here:
Wisconsin, the cheese for Eve, her
mother ordered came in, messed
the world where no one laughed,
made sandcastles on the beach or confessed.
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