give me
this concrete this dirt this green (grass) this blue (sky)
but pry my eyes open
my lips open
my lungs open
(because)
i want to swallow the sun
as it lulls me to sleep
(in its circles,
its darkness.)
i want to breathe the sky
choke on clouds
down the blue
the sound of blue
has yet to be heard
and the dirt...
i want to become the dirt
(and i will)

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