Bodyscape
This uncombed hair
grows like wild grasses
of this round world.
My body lays on its side
with undulating contours
of hills and valleys.
Long deep breaths flow
in and out, like
wind along the edges
of mountains.
Blood winds along veins
and arteries,
as streams and rivers do
in soft countryside.
Eyelids close on scenic vistas
and reveal the darkness
of the night.
Hear my vibrations that
storm across features,
a hurricane
through the night.
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