Tambourine

Shade gardening
I masticate the message
Maser guidance
Hug routine

Just a single mar
A face in the bark
I call imagination for want
Of better

Who are your betters
As you join them
The rockiest rocks
Sound the soundiest sounds

I take my seven league boots
For a seven league step
Not knowing yet
How far seven leagues go

Fellowship, friendliness
How tenderly you forget
Like blowing up a balloon
With a tiny image on it

Growing but fading
Signatures of natures
Speech is the sound
Of destruction

Where the where is
A shell around a bubble
Contains no such thing
Sleep, water

The box folds flat
The flat folds too
Storyocious
Oblong obs