My map

Is soaked in

Your lupine waters

I am convinced

Of your rays

By the

brine taste

Of skies

There is veracity

In the direct

experience

Of you

Carried in the wind

As dandelion spores

In spring

Your tranquillity is

And informs

my being

My stillness -

a direct continuation

Of your foliage,

sustenance,

and shade -

 

I am

located

within you

The line

from me to you

Is the line

from me to me

I am an assimilation

of the perfection

of your clouds

All there is, this

I am the observer

Of contiguous r...

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