infinite stretch
I reach
rub green through Nature
trees on my
fingertips
color of our lungs
on rainy afternoons
a lush world
blooms slow
like a Lotus
half-open
I wait
planet of mud
hands outstretched
to the blue
it pours
leaves
are greener
lost nights
I write
places with
pumpkin purple
horizons
and
blood orange
suns
smeared ink
I erase
blood blue
stains
on page
when the pen
breaks
I bleed out
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