The Parl

We stretched our tired limbs out
And laid them gently
in the green woven grass
spread out like starfish
under the clouds
The clouds were the ocean
I felt my ghost
smoke out from between my lips
get caught in the wind
and funnel up into the crest
of the highest atmospheric wave
I am everything
everything is me
my face is painted in the
chloroplasts in the cells of the leaves
there’s a grasshopper in my chest cavity
and its pulling me over to you.
what is time?

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