the sun, casting its blueprints upon
our emotions, our moons reflecting
upon our orbits, our satellites
accumulated from a lifetime
of chemicals and/or personalities,
our flying squid, our floating leaves,
our literature wafting on the wind
like winged bread, a glycemic
literature, blood borne sugars,
blood felt pressures, our knowings
floating away from our relaxed grips,
though we still see them overhead
at night, blinking, our lives.
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