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We make magic with our eyes.

We let the world sprout feathers and dance like a child
in the spotlight of our attention.

We let our chests glow golden with the voice portals
of intergalactic Wal-Mart yodelers.

We stay in that eyespace where pigeons are the same as dragons
and cats are the same as elves.

We stay in that earspace where mechanical buzzing is symphonies
and the rain sound comes from volcano gods.

We feel the energy in our bodies
like two hands holding a newborn pup.

We smile upon our neighbors and their cute little I’m-not-infinite costumes,
and our interactions feel the way ripe fruit tastes.

We tango with human word stories
while acutely aware that the torrid tryst lasts only as long as the music.

We meet each moment the way a Disney princess
meets a bird perching on her finger.

We inhale light through our eyes
and exhale the spent cartridges of mind.

We whisper sorcerous spells into each other’s tender bits
and seal them with the lips we had as toddlers.

We look at the world right now
like kids look at Christmas morning on Christmas Eve.

We watch our surroundings
like they’re about to deliver a punchline.

We nestle up together upon a dandelion seed
that has been blown across the galaxy
by a child wishing for unicorns.

We hold the secrets of the ancient earth angels
and have no inclination to share them.

We have hearts like morning sunlight
in a prehistoric fungus forrest.

We behold it all through Eden eyes,
undeterred by nattering screen heads.

We don’t hold the world to prior expectations,
and the world returns the favor.

We birth unprecedented skies
through unprecedented eyes.

We allow our senses to worship everything they touch.

We live each moment like it’s our first.

We weep new worlds.

We set sail into them.

We adventure.

We behold.

We bow.






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