Off the Map

…..

Blur the grid and soft
slur my own name. I think I’ll
wander here awhile, answer
a few questions in waves, tint
my toes turquoise. The weight
of the world holds nothing
but noise and restless skin.

Begin with a blast, cast your
cannots to breeze, tip your hat
-red of any small thing to the trees,
they’ll release it loose to sky.

Then maybe, just maybe
we’ll get the chance
to dance. This indigo
tincture is an integral part
to softly synchronize my heart.

 

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Wordled.

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