spilt thoughts

Awake

Sitting amongst hot trees, you were here already.

Effervescing between the clean green grass and the
ocean sky, my eyes crossed your lengths and your
breadths with no effort at all.

No need for the obvious or the ordinary,
the words required have been said by the work
done with our hands.

Finally my mind is resting.
Gently ticking to a timetable set by no-one else;
fear nowhere to be seen.

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