Day 1202, wet sand.

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I rest my head

in fresh cut grass.

Moist in the sand

from yesterday’s rain

makes me realize.

~

I see the flowers

in uncut grass

next to me

with colors

more beautiful

than the last time.

~

I close my eyes

fall away

and feel my wet hair

dry.

Nochrisis

Day 1201, pollen.

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While walking

back

my fingers

graze in fields

filed

with bright white flowers

grown

in memory

pollinating

each next step

Nochrisis

Day 826, reality.

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Towards the outside of my awareness.

The transition is veiled.

Reality and imagery are tangled.

The world stops out there.

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