cold air crawls underneath the shirt
skin tightens around sounds of birds
the ripples and shuffling pebbles
glistening water like little mountains
moving together and multiplying
for once the moment calls
to ones attenion the thirst
that this land must feel
molluscs stuck and crawling insects
smile at the sun, whilst crabs
make homes in the little holes
created when lava became stone
feet trapped in black sand
the moon rises and mars follows
seems that earth is mostly ocean
maybe we need a new name
for this place we call home
forever changing skins we walk
to certain death with tears falling
on cheeks kissed by the sun
which petrifies the bones of dead birds
sandals on seaweed from last years rain
lies on the dry river bed near the ocean
like a rotting carcass of animals
without bones
the white flower opens to the the stars
and closes with the the rise of the sun
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