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A potion to make you tall, shrink,
To think--then imbibed
A plume, upon which
Air sleeps, upon which it carries you
And then there is
Gravity, pull, tidal
Waves, the delight,
Wash over, absolve you
Of the burden
Of dreaming alone
(All who listen see a tree,
not the same, but in sameness
we perch together on a thought)
Truth, echos
Of Lies, meaning
Of those your father
Say to make you, to
Make you think long
and hard forever
And then there are the orange kind,
To sting or savor the tongue
To challenge love from somewhere inside
This dark heart:
Yours
The ones I keep
Years and years
A potion to make you tall, shrink,
To think--then imbibed
A plume, upon which
Air sleeps, upon which it carries you
And then there is
Gravity, pull, tidal
Waves, the delight,
Wash over, absolve you
Of the burden
Of dreaming alone
(All who listen see a tree,
not the same, but in sameness
we perch together on a thought)
Truth, echos
Of Lies, meaning
Of those your father
Say to make you, to
Make you think long
and hard forever
And then there are the orange kind,
To sting or savor the tongue
To challenge love from somewhere inside
This dark heart:
Yours
The ones I keep
Years and years