The shrubs looked back, darkened eyes
A path unseen, squinted, in full moon light
Heavy lids rolled over rocky foot and toes,
Steps in path of a journey to the soul
I n’er detest, the marine layers of the morning mind
Up & up with no prompted noise save for the dove,
Cyclical dispersal of angled rays
Rotational edge of the dawned hour,
In the wind, the global goals blow - checked, off
Again, the clouds tasked to carry
as are we -
The water of the wind, wiser we wonderfully stumble
Wet and dry - another try and cry -
How will the Earth receive our falling and rising action
Today…
How heavy, this hindered weight
of a world so detached,
Through glass, my light moves
as points of liberation a-mixed waves of despair
both at once - a quantum coin - flips,
How spend I, this currency of unknown value
And who flips the state of being,
A desire of certain chaos, platonic and expansive
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