Visions In Brazoria

In the woods by the river
spirits trailed me that night
from outside the tent
where we slept on tall grass
under oak trees
I was made to dream
into the air, into the future
a planet of limestone temples
you would leave me
you would leave my heart
all this would change

The rivers turned to floods

and on another planet
very far across the stars
we would love again
in a tent on pastureland
under gray drizzly skies
by a river

how we are made of soil
how our lips carry such
rich information
how they make us as microbes
and colossals in all-continuing
forms

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