Silly walk(Poem)

Hello Grass
As I semi-float
on the dewed bodies
the neurons
were greened.

The face-washed
skin piped up
to the peaches of trees.

Arc of happiness bent
to the flavor of Petrichor.

Slope of sanguinity bent
to the gliding grasshopper.

As the milky sky awaits
to dip
I stand here
to witness the
vacuum between
the breezy breaths.

—Drunken Monk







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