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    Suddenly a pebble got caught in the corner of the eye The eye squinted and saw a mountain

a little piece left of white debranded sweets coated with pink  sprinkled with seeds savoured maybe I would have picked dark but you choose to gift light bit by bit I lit

归家是否需要一个理由   归家是否需要一个理由 证明,事件,发生 特定的情感可否被合理化   在熟悉的地点感到陌生 信号,语言,身份 出乡入乡随俗 是否简单如跨过山丘   在陌生的海洋感到熟悉 交通,艳阳,自由 入乡出乡迁徙 是否孤独如千军万马   归家是否需要一个理由 像是尽我所能 离开若能如风 一盏茶 会否凉得慢些 成为归家的一个理由  

It’s in my hair, in my head and mouth it shortens my breath It’s under my tongue and in-between my teeth it wraps around their roots It’s behind my eyes and around my eyeballs it fills my under-eyes like tiny sacks I tightly close my eyes and squeeze them with…

The Egg is Earth. This Connection of Everyone with Lungs. People not afraid of otherworldliness. You are my Sister. My Earthling Sister. Same species. Daughter. Mother. Do you have an age or are you ageless? All elements. Air. Air. Air. Earth. Fire. Water. No fear. Connected. Safe. The sun over…

    water.union magnet.stone.stone ~ air.earth.infinity water.stone.stone ~ infinity.sun.death infinity.stone.stone seconds A Parenthesis acknowledgement of all those seconds. Burning.Current.Dog.Edge.Effervescence.Fire.Garden.LeafCanopy.Mortal. Nothing.Ocean.Parenthesis.Plasma.Praise.Question.Ryden.Secret. Starlight.TheOneWhoWalks.TheSecret.Tangle.Timer. and ___ and ___ and ___     ∞ Timer

“Do I need to be fed?” the eyes asked the mouth, “Do I need imagery to stay alive?” “Would I starve without food?” the mouth then answered “Have a drink!” the eyes rapidly replied “Then do the same” the mouth said “Soak your glare, let the tears roll down to…

Invigorating all that invigorment  and Science “Not on my lawn!”  they shrieked and then they burst into laughter . . .  All your kind eyes exited faces tired horses waking up every day showering of gratitude bound and entangled crystallized singing laughing mind-bending porride and onion brushing your teeth  and…

Crushed Lips. Colour me in every eye. I meet your question. My metal fingers melt into the cracks of your palm. Connecting the air of the skin, to the flesh, to the bones, and what fills the space in between. What exists in this vivid, yet completely still moment is…

Not a home, per say but a pyre on which to cast ones self and be immolated.