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death and beginning
life and ending
the atomic makeup of skin
touching, holding
we're all born of the same crack in the ground
I inhale our shared gaze and exhale suffering
can we reverse individuation?
to walk here with you
surrounded by the sounds of the sun
to witness the waking of the earth
the constant flux between
entanglement and reorganization
your thoughts and mine stem from the same seed
destroy the illusion of ownership
return to the harmonic cycles
find your voice in the symphonies of nature
we need you here to complete the song
my heart as glass blown
nestled in the depths of your corduroy pants pocket
hyper conscious of the height from hip to floor
from warmth to the cold vulnerability
of being in shards
i'd prefer to drift aimless, formless
slave to the whistling lips of the wind
would you rather be drawn by a stick in the mud?
formed from clay between a childs dirty palms
the creation of a lovely figurine
sitting motionless on your work desk
gazing up at you
blending in with the mundanity
what would happen if you smashed it?
dried and meticulously smoothed matter
shattered at your feet
would you feel better, lighter?
im at a loss when the across the street neighbor
turns out the light
paralyzed in the midst of dance
there is beauty in stillness
there is beauty in stillness
if you remind me again i might even believe it
I haven't heard your voice in weeks
im buckled at the knees
late summer sun melt me into the asphalt street
roll the window down please for me
or i might forget to listen
the evergreens rustle, wind and birds whistle
her voice fills me and our spirits dance
forever in the thin air
im coming in and out
of consciousness all the time
life is a waking dream
sleep is the illusion of solace
i want to be squished
in between the walls of perception
molecular confetti raining down
between blades of grass
I tell myself secrets in the awake hours
I think what I'm trying to figure out is
how to be
laying naked on a smooth rock in the sun
heat can be the mediator
between my body and the Everything Else
I'm trying to melt
abolish the walls in between
in the dream hours
I am the mess of consciousness
in the most perfect way
the birds in my pillow speak ancient words at me
I simply stare out over their heads
and watch the sun look down