Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
This crystalline sky/ like nectar of ice/ mesmerizes the existential being.
scratching open, oceans of coal
beneath the desert
of salt water
are pressure pointed souls
diamond shaped cells
telling of a uniformity
in the kelp sway
and how a smile
never needs words
in the skies
above the surfaces
that what lies below
is only time peeling
the star dust
back to the rain
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