let life go to your head 

let’s run as if the world never stops

let’s inhale after rain
and parachute on the backs of dragonflies

let the sun get in your eyes
and the juice of a tangerine run softly 
down your chin

let’s ask questions 
and allow the bluebirds to answer

let us let loose the moors of being 
until we are toppled by our own 
astonishment 

let us be dwarfed by daffodils 
and let the butterflies send us moonward

let the octopus of time run dry

let the snails feast on the flowers in our hair

let us dance weightless among cattails
until the marrow of the apple is lost

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The artwork above is a collage I made in 2025.