Disconnect

I’m dancing in dust and space and rhyme.

Give me a moment to collect myself.

Wait no.

Trees are gold and the streets rain silver and sun.

I’m seeing you and you’re seeing me and we see everyone.

Hold your hair and heart and bump noses because it’s not too close.

Wake up, examine self, shower.

Where are my socks.

Sitting.

what

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