between my tethered dreams
caught
and creased by repercussions
i…
closed my eyes
and flipped my mind…

and in that vast land of inside sensations
soft rolls of mental pink
and
fuschia

soaked in the

filtered-but-reforming
strip-searched-at-the-door
warm sun’s cries
of laughter

collecting into

little
drops
of
candor

and in this world
where all is all, and all is “and”
and new clouds bud
from clots of land

and all is “and”
a thousand cups
surrounding me

i…

did not mind it
as the feeling spread

as the shoreline smoothed

along the bursts of hot sunlight
around feet dug in tethered dreams,
warm trails
weaving, buzzing before my eyes
and clenched the pool of hot, bright…

and filled in words
   that sounded like

“everything is going to be alright”

-6/30/2012

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