Tripolee
Gold is the color we feel internally
as our silver souls puzzle to their homes again
forty thousand souls in fact
are feeling more than alive today
letting our inner child quiver the core of earth
some children will play
some children will float in parachutes attached to pines
the rest will dance just as the night before
for now, I am the child who lies in her hammock
letting the crisp air continue to invade my surfaces
soaking in the sun
before all the bodies illuminate beneath the moon
the winds transport us to communion
oscillating like we’re a family
our body’s beam
and we smile like it’s infectious
everything encircling us is communicable of contentment
and so, we are worthy
the stars evoke us
skip the part where we small talk each other
for this is your only life as human
speak with all of your intellectualities
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