the brain surges
like water hitting
a rock in the middle
of a storm
the heart is the yogi
still inside the cave
the sun and stars align
the moon falls
all the gold melts and
then magma flows
like blood to the
veins of the earth
when everything cools
down the drain a new
flock of birds come
seed begin to sprout
love dissolves hate
evaporates in thin air.
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