Ultraviolet echo
Dig this ultraviolet echo of alright made all-bright through you. Chew the super alfalfa, the succulent sprout of the mega all-mind: the translucent treat that’s all around and under your feet! Be a translator and inhale the CO2 of me-disappointment, make it the oxygen of us. Turn armor into chlorophyll, guns into afterthoughts then forgotten thoughts. Dream the waking synapse-explosions of little ones, then figure out how to squeeze those dreams into three-piece suits and sneak them into board meetings. Laugh so sloppy it shocks you and makes you cry. Then have seconds, thirds. Don’t talk; choreograph sentences! Make more than love, make that thing that giants want to copyright but can’t because it sets just before they can grab it. Plant trees in littered coffee cups and paint pictures on the insides of elevator doors that say, this is all for you.
Because it is.
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