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Poetry: Emptiness

by T. Youngblood

in love with everything

last night i saw the moon for the first time

she covered the yard with a yellow kiss

and the trees were talking to each other

they whispered, "belieeeeve meeeee"

over and over they prayed to the goddess of love

unfolding their arms and breathing quietly

swaying like buddha birds among holy waters

i'm in love with everything

everything that my eyes behold

all that my hands can caress

my ears are like vacuum cleaners

my tongue is wet like a sponge

i can smell creation being born

every second of every cosmic bullet

i'm in love with everything

shouldn't i be?

shouldn't you?

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