Under Cerulean Lamps
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, 07-16-2011 at 04:56 PM (1782 Views)
Stretches out in miles
like on phosphorous
like on clay
between thumbs
between palms
and other limbs
I am dancing
with a whole lot of air
as a helium tribe
I censor gravity
like a clay tribe
I defy erosion
I am rock
bedded into soil
I am plant
that is bedded into roots
and my bed was also the clouds
those chameleon organs of mist
signaling other hues
and manifesting cycles
with a hourglass of a camel
sands in their white pores
maybe it is easier
to know that the originals
need variance
and multitudinous is a body
that is of flesh
and viscous blood
pumping in poison and purification
under two ranged microscopes
a winged bird with no marrow
a winged bird with plenty of marrow
the sky is the limit they say ▬
▬ so for sky what is limit?
underneath some starry chains of bed sheet
I analyze the signs of viscous blood
clutching a pillow of clouds with a lace of them underneath
upon some ether and ground I have no definition for .▬