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. falling asleep among the flowers

flower power?

maybe just a pavilion of
noise, note the disappearance is &
allows us enough to fall..

sink, weightless?

content in the sea

mouth & water

we swim around in the dream

jeweled, yet abandoned by grounded things?

sure. and..
my
you
seem
near ..

i am. you don't have to call my name. remember?

listen to the surges -
swaying flesh

some sort of energy ..

cool-sun travels

breasts heave and
escape, falling free

the fortune of your body
pillowed in my dream.