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Under the darkened “know,”
the mind tricks all play throughout the burrows,
Where the mole lives. Where the vole lives. The snake.
“Better to be above, better to be leaving”
No, you can’t trick me out, you con,
You self-fulfilling weasel,
If i feel the waiting, i remain.
Who am i?
The more i stay-the-night, the more the wait,
,the pause,
will have been worth the sun.
Who am i?
“Rain soaks into the trees like milk”
could it be?
Soft spoken, but now impaling,
Hanging, she’s become tiny specks of dust
She has hung, these specks of dust in these sunbeams
far too beautiful to be ignored, for far too long
but still i don’t notice often enough,
the thing i wished i’d wished i’d had my glasses on for,
Wished i’d had my camera steady for
still falls slow.
Still it shows time, and
oh, there’s plenty.
Out here is where people and deer go to kill
each other
Around the bend, around the next
I took his life with my car, he took mine with his life
My heart swells and it dies down again
My heart swells and it dies down again
Rain soaks into the trees like milk
the moment i saw your aura, i had to
laugh, you have to forgive me,
the gold, so monarchical
yet so sky-in-the-boonies blue, all at once
the glory ‘round your body
wears two pairs of underwear at the same time
hummin' your words louder than you could speak them
the mouse understands better than anyone else
your quick heartbeat, the vibrant colors
you are so drawn to
the constant need for motion and change
no anxiety, no, not for you,
this is just existence
you love it too,
3 countries you don’t even know exist
thousands of miles of land that move beneath you
right under your wings as you escape
to greener pastures or wherever it is you can take a sip
of water
maybe start a family
hmmmmmmmmmmmm
stolen shoe, stolen fishing pole, wet sock
the gifts of the river that became
like mountains more deadly
in a dream
water peaks like gold-lined clouds
filled in deep with ominous green-teal murk
the very same colors of grandma’s emerald ring
it’s often that the sky is indistinguishable from a body of water
being mostly a body of water itself
would you submerge?
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