Florality
I was swimming through the waves of air, as the mertwink-le that I am, feeling the weighted texture and traction of movement through the material of the atmosphere
I was floating up the red stairs
The hallway was a portal.
I could feel all the cells teaming with life, pulsing through my particular human suit.
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I walked through time-space tubes like Donnie Darko wormholes.
I found beauty in the last vestiges of earthen decay that is now manifested as early spring; pre-resurrection preparation
The moon swirls into earthy pubescent fullness
The air is fresco crisp, the soil smells fragrant and new
I curl onto myself in the comfort of budding blooms.
The light grows like crystals








