I taste the salt rubbed into the cracks in my skin
Imagine remembering Slip forward on the surface of enormous waters
hold together beneath Sunset reclines
silky blue cut open red I might kill a flower for you but
I will grow a tree with my burning hands Pickpocketed hearts
speared with push pins on the wall beating quietly through sleep
Maybe tomorrow your postcard from me will come in with
your newspaper and your voice will read it to find me
Time uncaught will have us all soaked through climbing over stones
to reach the Sun I am afraid sometimes of the vast consciousness
that is more solid than the planet world mind over matter
I remember imagining
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