Thursday, March 31, 2022

Figments

trees sway branches waving in the wind
dendrites firing into a gray matter sky
what tender memories of the world transmit
what thoughts adrift in the airy blood of the atmosphere
the alien consciousness of earth mind 
asleep a billion years
dreaming all of this 
into existence

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