The world as it were
flipped inside out
into a blur
of love for this girl

On that hill
in my dreams
between the trees
my future lies

I remember tick bushes
guarding our grove
of poison oak and redwood trees
Afternoon Samsara
a backyard children's game of
Find the forest

Sandwich style menagerie
of cheese, meats, and lettuces
brought our own brown bag lunches
garnished with a fungus

Open minds with privacy
safety in our seclusion
watching reason waste away
where truth becomes delusion

psylocybian cold blood rushes
convene between our
conversation while
death evades me yet again

Surreal surround sound
from an ethereal woodland
deafening meditations
of oak invades my thought

Black concrete tire trails
wind through lands I've never seen
persecuting our poor earth mother
bruised and bitten by
steel and steam

Vegetative iterations
fuel my forest fire
pouring forth from death's own side
leaving nothing to breathe our light

Seeing man's heartless treason
raze her towers and
build his own
to carry her energy
in parallel rows
from town to town
 
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