What Nobody Knows

Across a table from you
for years; across a bed.
Inside a sleeping bag;
inside one skin, one skull.
Connecting veins,
digesting together.
Our two-toned voice
calling left and right,
traveling.

And still
a shadow of plant-thoughts,
a vibration of rock consciousness.
A suspicion of every real thing
no one has ever dreamed of
in some distant galaxy–
that one more is
here, hiding.

 

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