Creating clouds from my mouth that float up with my head
Hazy skies cover our land, hiding us from Them.
Feast on fungus, change your size
All that you see is a lie
Caged behind the smile that stretches miles wide.
I see in azure and feel like ash,
Face unfamiliar, not similar to any plant
Tear a hole in my lungs,
As my mouth's inclined to ask

Who
Are
You?

And you reply in stringed sentences,
Not quite answering the question I intended.
Maybe my head's all fogged up and my brain snuffed out,
Perhaps I've lost track of time because I never count
But I think we've reached infinity,
Your eyes weaved in and out of your being.
Fleeting thoughts and feelings,
Ephemeral sounds.
My mouth creates smoky clouds
Who am I?
Who are we?
Am I me?

Who...

Are
You?

Who who, who who?

-SLuR