At The Brink

My room and this distance,

awake upon the darkening land,

are one. I travel with it to

possibilities unknown. With

it I become a fearless plane

soaring the deepest pits of

the meadows.

Neighbored by walls which are

limitless in capacity, full of

things that fly too. And

since they fly, they are pups

in this reality. My crafts.

Where below is so

above that flowers eat up

The sky and the people

stare in their sleep…

and the people watch

over and over

again wanting to release from

gravity’s grip

and the meadows rise just a little

bit to hear us coming

From cornered boxes on Egleston

to the 4th reality on mindtrip Ave,


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