Skinned shins on tree skins,
Space-viewed landscapes of rust and paint
Showing mirrored continents imagined;
Worlds within worlds at every turn,
Outlines of Octopi on Oil slicked streets;
Every post and pole or stone a step:
Sat on, walked on, laid on and more.
Touching the Earth like a hungry whore,
Hands and sweet souls searching,
Yearning for...
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