Silly Walk (Poem)

Photo by Camila Rocha:

Hello Grass
As a scalar man
with only magnitude
and no direction

I semi-float
on the dewed bodies
with the neurons 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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