Life is a treasure hunt,

                        mysterious gloves

as the spring sprinkles sward,

sears with summer's heat, the river's still

                        flowing

twisted with gaps and holes,

and those fishes, delve into the water

                       flapping

swim together, hope for a newly planted

                   h       o       m      e

the rays fall back asleep in the earth,

diffuser of blended darks.

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you're floating in your own body,

everything collided and released—

                   w  e  e  p  i  n  g

lungs fill and spread everywhere, the sun is now white blow

too palpable to see, heart is light —

                     b  e  a  t  i  n  g

pure joy, it's only within a dream to follow

                              but—

what's memories without memory foam?

life's shot is still empty without—

angel of dark and light, the children cries of joy

            obscure, uncertainty, transplant seas—

it's all part of you and you're part of it.

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