outside of my body and the universe
is something I can relate to
drifting uncomfortable demigods
through rhyme-less subconscious
here is the abstract
a blue body, rolled up like a cigarette
lapped by radio waves ebbing
on shores of distant islands
islands of authentic passion
in an ocean planet
petals in a poppy field
blanket the soil
every body dragging itself through
a smoke that wept and growled
a raspy voice instead of a clear one
inflects through humming
disembodied speakers
you, yeah you
you have cancer
everyone you know is cancer
but I didn't listen any further
I put poppy seeds in my mouth
and spit out flowers
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