its taken a whole lifetime
the time left has no meaning
i have never felt this distracted
this atttracted
i seek the potion
bursting out in slow motion
the shrub is not an entity
its mother natures bounty
pupils are dilated
like a black hole sedated
there is rhythm in everything
my bloodstream is a symphony in making
my feet is bare
conscious is rare
the wetness in my soul
the sun the moon
want a share
my hairs are entwined
like the catkins on a vine
gush of air
through each pore in my skin
i ask the skies and whatever lies beyond
to let me be
i am sinking to where i belong
at the center of earth
its just me and gravity
and infinite mirth.
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