Sparkle_Mint (sparkle_mint) wrote in forevernever,
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Song of Myself

Or a Study of Nothing at All

I am an amoeba
Morphic and occasionally detached in search of food
A bug, however, is not beneath my skin
Nor am I small - like a bacterium
Child
Dust-mote

The taste of dust, though, can be found on my tongue
Sugar-snap peas grow in an old land
And I am new come from old
How deep are my roots - when tugged on
We can both find out

I am the lapis-lazuli of solar panels
Awake beneath noon sun
The best solutions are the clean, green ones
New inventions
Experiences
Colors

I could be a pinwheel
Bright, spinning yet stable
Pushed by the wind - corkscrewing
But I do not fall down
Nor am I made out of plastic
Stone
Sugar

I am filled with incandescent bubbles
Of soap
And they are vibrantly happy, floating
But be careful with them
Precious, and they can pop
Dissolve
Fly away

I am my dreams - which is simplest
For my dreams are my own
I dream of rain
Feathers
Red
In the marrow of my bones
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