June 14 18:38
dazzily I lay in this pond
channeling some ether,
I guess. this water beautiful
as the last time.
allow something more
to grow from me. roses
or some succulent
burrowing in my bones
pushing itself to the surface
releasing upward
bursting from my eyes.
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I think you settled for a poem for our eyes…