Your Mouth
Floating in the free space
your mouth flutters
The code to opening horizons
To words that have no sounds
its all in the way you move about
stretch your toes and pout
they float
Red and swollen
Trying to say what must be said
Bursting with sentences stitched to the clouds
at days end the chains fall away
The breakers foam at the edges
Make it pulse with fresh blood opening
Ripe as a fruit from the tree itself
Wake from your sleeping wonder
And see what is here and now
Know that the door is open
The window too
There are infinite possibilities
and endless ways to go
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