is sensuous inhabitation doing the things we would normally do, just infinity times slower?
upon existing, over the fence, I saw two girls wearing your colours
wondering if they could sense the delicate veil of spring flowers on the lawn beneath them
or if later, their hands would linger together on a long silent goodbye
as I child, I wanted the ocean people to carry me away, I wrote it all over my diaries
a frail child always crying for home.
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