Burrs and berries

Explore mind connection with feet
He that stalked a fire of loins said
With purple light glowing of eyes,
While fire still singed an old loins.

Light may be peripatetically purple
Like blackberries you pick to stuff
Shirt pockets with squashed purple,
A few maps of stained countryside.

I personally prefer burrs of hillside
And blackberries that make maps.
They stick to your flowing clothes
But can be dislodged burr by burr
And the stains by a fast detergent.


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