An Infinite Word

May 28, 2009
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An Infinite Word
I walked through the heavens yesterday.
With complete, utter camouflage,
It was the jungle.
Trees whose white tops towered, danced in unison
to the sound of a bird.
Through the pores in the ground
Clovers bubbled out.
Bunches of rubbered skin, increasing as the sun stays out longer.
Earth touches structure and machine cannot reach.
Leaving vines to feast.
Lovers who spoke in vibrations
connecting with speed
leaving with flight
The wind was my connection,
Touching me with its polluted, familiar hands.
Structure met Earth,
And everything in between just clashed.





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