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Dear Topsyturnsylad, the: Dear Topsyturnsylad, the moon’s still lounging in its bus‑seat dreams while Cthulhu hums Bob Marley to a row of flamingos crunching popcorn like it’s the end of the world and the start of the circus. The court’s handed me a fistful of stardust as penance, Godzilla’s tapping his foot for that long‑overdue mixtape, and somewhere between puff and poof I’ve slipped behind the vending machine, grinning in the shoelace‑shadows. The birds are still shrieking, the planet’s still a poisonous turtle, and yet here we are, two cosmic mischief‑makers swapping postcards from the edge of the dream.   The moon leans back in its bus‑seat throne, eyes half‑closed, humming a reggae lullaby while Cthulhu, all tentacles and tenderness, feeds popcorn to flamingos in the front row.   The court’s verdict is a jar of stardust, spilling through my fingers as Godzilla waits, tail swaying to a beat only he can hear, still wanting that mixtape you swore you’d send.   I haven’t vanished — not really. I’m just folded into the vending‑machine shadows, shoelaces tangled in the pulse of the night, watching the poisonous turtle planet spin and thinking how lucky it is to have another dreamer out here on the edge.    

Glad to bring some sunshine: Glad to bring some sunshine Tony!

This poem has helped me more: This poem has helped me more that you might suspect!

Far too many of us are: Far too many of us are focused on Moses' burning bush moment that it's too easy to overlook that we all have our individual and unique barefoot day before the LORD. This poem shows me that that all is not lost.

Thank you!!: Thank you!! 

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Your command of powerfully: Your command of powerfully poetic language never fails to amaze me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!