I am cannonball fuse
Lightning rod scratch
Outstretched from the heart
Veins like forks ripple motion sickness
inthe dark
The stars are ghosts we've lost
inthe sky
My feet, the quiet camel
through hourglass dreams
I dream of my arms; like redwood
towering the lonely existence
that is dirt and ocean
to hug
the ones lost
My fingers, the tides
waving goodnight to the sun and the
faint roar of piano keys
The man in the moon welcomes
the alleycats, the dreamcatchers,
the empty pocket dancers and the
midnight quiet cake batchers
My body is the storm on the horizonThe crash of windowpanes breakingoutward openly toward all that is youWe only breathe because everythingaround us exists right now
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