"artificial"
- and the moon speaks again
- Jun 25, 2021
- 1 min read
A loose sediment under the ocean waters,
burnt by the salt but soothed by the mineral soaks
so you refuse to float to the surface
because you have finally found comfort
among the birds in the sky
who call to you
with little ambiguity
and you have forged a home
within the soil where they burrow
because you never felt quite at home
among the smog and the straight faces,
among the ones
who refused to listen
and were too quick to respond,
the ones whose crystals and oils
were merely artificial.
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