this green hallway is warm with
shape shifting leaves in
soft outside light
my small steps
ahead
and this drink is smooth and sweet
and the smoke from the next seat over
is running across my cheek
i am speaking of you
and we are speaking to You
and my moving and breath
in them
You are
and in me
i can move less than the leaves
i can change only in time
and i fall for those to play with
and they do not understand my life.
(and neither do i)

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