from the high top
of the plant I admire
I see all the rest
altered, or in disguise,
moving
my body in
slow motion
my mind flies swiftly
the waves of music,
an ocean
I am near the water
when I cover my
eyeballs
and unravel my ears
my plant is a cloud,
my mind flies swiftly,
and I am only
inside my mind
the air I inhale,
warm and beautiful,
makes all the difference
when I play games
with my
head
no need, actually.
everything is real now.
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