Friday, August 24, 2012


my feet are lost upon this earth;
the grass is flat beneath them.

my mind is lost among these clouds;
my thoughts have taken flight.

I see, I think, I hear, I want
to touch and taste and feel
and be—

be lost upon this endless earth,
the grass beneath my feet.

be lost among these cotton clouds,
the wind beneath my wings. 

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