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Oct 2019
Back on earth,
eyes under tree skirts
and peaceful peace in pieces under the sun
breathing timeless within sensuality of absent words
as the rhythm of waves slips into serpentines of angelic shells -
lake to shore and shore to lake,
synchronized swimming of lungs,
steadily releasing weight.

Eyes open,
glimmer's infinite license to shimmer
dancing light, broken in waters,
appearing
under nature's skirts.

Nothing here hurts.
At least for a moment.
Written by
A Stair Step
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