Grope-Poem

in a forever eternity of now and no instead of later and yes make me a green one who will never be made sad for flowers floating by dead seagulls, of blue floating to france, or purple in a green cathedral, or.... just make me/ and they cried and giggled with their arms hanging out of tubs smiling at angeled walls which smiled back smugly and serenely knowing what was what and who who and when when while i know nothing but this.... and you know it too since it was all pale floating green flowing always/