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Sep 2015
a dusk-lit forest full of branches sprouting car keys walks toward me,
reflecting the blood red moon.
stairs form beneath my feet as I step
escalating me up past
the jangling silver canopy into cool green sky.
night darkens with each breath.
waves crashing through the atmosphere tumble urgently past my head
to meet with the spies of the desert floor.
I sigh out my thoughts in bubbles
and they ping-pop up,
exploding
into stars and planets.
standing at the edge of the thick glass lake
that covers the earth, I spew rainbow jacks out of my mouth
and they echo
tink-tink tinktinktinktinktink
across the darkness.
I watch them splash into the sun's paint bucket
off the end of the word,
splattering
yellow and orange up onto the black glass.
stretching my arms a hundred miles long, I dip my fingers in
the glowing colors and taste it on my spiked tongue.
the lily-pads laugh at me for ingesting poison
as I balloon over them
and the lake.
I begin to float, up up & away,
into the green sky.
when i reach the stars, their pointed corners pop me
and I rain down as moonstone,
running iridescent veins upon the earth.
Joanna Oz
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