I
feel empty headed
maybe
like how a rock feels
when
it is scattered
amongst
other rocks
caging
in wild flowers
and
dandelions
sometimes
I can't even think
maybe
like when a sea bird
glides
through open air and mist
not
noticing the colors of the
buoys
and boats and butterflies
I
have no motivation
unlike
the ants or badgers
when
the sun decides to throw a party
I
am first on the guest list
lemonade
in hand
conversing
with snakes and serpents
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