Something winks at your way of deceiving me
a single eye opening in that succulent’s knees
sitting across from me nonchalantly.
As just the acute symptoms those orange lips
tend to be overmedicated and there’s something
wavering and cold about the wings.
But it’s a just a seam until it opens briefly trembles
a little rip in the skin of appearances
six sunsets backed up at a toll-booth.
Really I had no idea I was descending into dreams
so filled with the feeling “I am here”
and no separation anxiety at all!
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