A flying boulder
wrapped in moss
the yearning for touch
of a gloved populace
running seared roads
tugged by the gum
of an outer space web
spread eagle on a satellite
open body beaming
let the forests come forth
on curtain veils
and summer ride ice
to mountain hideaways
the mouthpiece of fissured rock
gushing into my naked
hands.
wrapped in moss
the yearning for touch
of a gloved populace
running seared roads
tugged by the gum
of an outer space web
spread eagle on a satellite
open body beaming
let the forests come forth
on curtain veils
and summer ride ice
to mountain hideaways
the mouthpiece of fissured rock
gushing into my naked
hands.
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