cover the mind's awakening,
spinning webs from crochet, webs from psy,
the creatures buzz about,
muddy, sly winks, fire-fairies and
hijinks,
birthday babes and tent vibration,
fire bound with inspiration,
there are days when I think,
who have I become?
This life a direct juxtaposition
from the other life, that mirage,
this real me, among stars,
in crystal irises,
in coloured fire and blocked sinuses,
send me back to the shiny woods, where
the cold makes us band together.
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