first: sun on high smiling down
then liquid, drenched in luster
leaves, trees, all this causality
deciphering futures/scriptures
from beauty, I'm still interested
to learn how to drift with light
outside lies the anthropocene
like moths lusting for a glow
here I'm only: oh's, aw's, noes
mouth heavier than ever before
I go after words and find sounds:
songs of sobs, verses of laughter
Pic: Baker Woods this morning with L.
(Not pictured: swampy-slippery paths, at least one spill, and swarms of mosquitoes.)
(Not pictured: swampy-slippery paths, at least one spill, and swarms of mosquitoes.)
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