sea glass

the contact we made is timely.
every dream i've had is growing a beautiful head of hair. 

blink and there you are. 
and blink and gone tomorrow.
it's okay and i try to believe.

in a word, pedagogy.

theory of lightness with heavy pressure, lushness, sight through touch. nightmares, softened, 
fat with envy-smells of castor oil.

anywhere is the place to be. 
flutters and gentle sorrows.
eyes embedded in my earth. 
faintly glimmer smooth and green.
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