walking to the moon on slip shiny shoes
breaking up ground that sings a silent sound
swimming through ponds of beauty and zealousness
I am beginning to feel jealousness.
(re:silly)
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hearing things out of place
the wind hums past my waist
and I am lost
seeking light
but feeling so so so dark.
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there was a time when bees flied longer than it takes for arms to circle around
and moons glowed like cantalope and fuschia beacons of light stood like giraffes
there have been moments like this before
only entirely different than this.
and finally there was no sound only vibration.
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dirt beneath our feet
we walk in packs
social
we build shelters
useful
we trade coins
and feather up the nest.
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