The slice of mind pie consumed isn’t proportional to time spent
Longlean open Lightning
teslas my skin
kiss my back
Your morning sounds a warm bowl of home
Adore, not a door No, you’re a door You
open & new vistas I see:
Lotus blossoms river-roll a valley. A single cloud thrust through murky waters on a starscattered lake. A finger on a thigh. 3 moons in a violet sky.
nothing to say
I have the urge to say things
There is another universe, very
close, so close that everything
exactly sames; everything; exactly; except
we are drinking hot chocolate together.
I take great comfort in that.
And: I watched your eyes work your lips like marionette strings. Lifting your meat puppet to action
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