The Land In My Head

There is a large land

a large land in my head.

It is you. It is you.

Taking up what’s known.

The visits down to the ice cream shop.

The crystal ship.

Visits to foreign lands.

Lavender babies.

The feeling of holding babies

in foreign lands

under different suns.

Many suns.

Twisted suns.

Twisting orange suns.


Purple suns.

The feeling begins again and again

like a library of precipices in the blue house

An archive of horizons.

A computational hero

in my chest.


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