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What has happened this instant Is as though you have been dived Into the door of the sea Of new Some strangers' oars Rowing you out Into the deep blue The salt and violet jellyfish Surprise The aurora as it spins you around The stars as they smash you In gold dust Found Where are we going? One who wanders doesn't wonder The vault in their foot Charts the heavens asunder Let's play surgery On the weary And dress them In civilization-sized Celebrations Now we are partners In crime Against crime How fast Our fortunes turn When a moment Of elation Finds us And our lulls Are taught Unlearn We freeze the ocean On a popsicle stick And set it like a lake In space Upon which with words we skate 'til the sun thaws us out And all the leagues of coral Flora and fauna Swim through us Wind through cape Ripple through drape Knife through fate As a poem grows Wine from wait Where once upon a time, I was a tree, and people came to find and caress me in cuts, and melted me in pΓ’tΓ© cream factories, and splayed me with pigments of ink, from my forest floor plants, and glue from the horses' feet, who echoed in trot beside me, and then I was bought and sold, by convoluted labors, and stamped with pictures, of places I'd never dreamed I'd see, flew through the jetstream, and landed in your eyes' light gleam I am a helix, speaking to your DNA, whose brushstrokes paint the presence of your days, and the dust from off your settled gaze. You are the ribbon and the reason, why everyone looks amazed, and prays, knowing there's an answer that works, once the mystery we unbraid, all that's hidden, in a single, hey

The air, without which you can not live and breathe, is given freely by the voiceless trees, of which you daily engender, no second thoughts, affinity, or comraderie, because they do not speak, loudly, like we seem to so desperately need. Yet still they sweep your hair. Yet still they caress your ears. In the gentle leave breeze. Yet still they soothe your stress. Yet still they collapse your fears. In the language of sun’s undress. How every branch is crooked. How every shape, entirely, and uniquely, unapologetically, quietly, and noetically