Inner Skin Feeling

i sat in the centre of my bed

legs crossed as best i could

i looked and i saw

both inside and out

i watched and saw

an endless flow

of futures tip and bud

endless succession of successive less ends

i watched the night bloom slowly

heady in its wake

(the lights were all off

i drew my blinds)

i sat there and watched the garden grow

as it reached out with

veracious viny verdant limbs

of green

of thorn

of fruit

of leaf

and the evening

piercing through

a thousand tomorrows

piercing through

and casting hues

of light

of life

of the green finite

in its vaporous trail

a passing car

a rustling of limbs hiding

avoiding the attention

of this brightened reality

passing and gone

peering carefully

prior to reappearance

tendrils creep

gently and greenly

across my concrete path

a whisper upon the slowing breathe

a gasp within this splash

this freshening of green of brown

life and death in a spore

a dense petrichor heralds the approach

of a future storm

a pressure drop

copper on the tongue

hearing the taste

of the sound

of the colours that

inner skin feeling

all over

whitened paths

of future lightning events

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