the time of vegetable
dreams in green sleep
and in the embrace of
trees and night
i had to leave.
the purring in
warm sheds, the
whispers in gardens
and the scent of apples,
all gone away
in a plane now
absurdly lost in
listening to dolphins
in my mind, to clouds
fading into lost desire-
still i am hurting
longing for softness.
when i try to evade
pain it catches me
unaware.
some days,
some nights
must be survived
and nothing more,
they leave a taste
of helplessness
mixed with cruel
memory, a not so
vague sadness,
untranslatable
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