LOVE, I DO NOT NEED

Oh this world that carries me.

clouds so full and gentle

and mind adrift with thee.

Oh birds who’s song resemble

my spirit perched in tweet.

Come touch,

come pleasure,

come birds,

I give and receive.

Signals bring flight to dopamine.

And cloud who wonders

Pluck me as your feather

Seize me with your breeze

 

Or leave me be.

 

For if I am stripped,

no cloud.

No bird.

Rid of language and being

An empty shell I wouldn’t be

to darkness I will glide

naked and free

to move would be my cloud

and dance my bird to be.

 

©PseudoBop 2017 All rights reserved.

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