Would these paragraphs seem so beautiful as the waves of grass? If they were not growing backwards into your brain as thoughts about why you cannot possibly feel the rush of it brushing against your fingertips? Are the flowers along your street question marks bundled about in a depression ad commercial ?
Is the Fibonacci sequence a number of ways you spiral around yourself, so you can fall asleep ? or are they the matching symmetrics of buds of a flower growing outward ?
as you wish to throw down at your feet, as you wonder why your face cannot be even on both sides, and how you can possibly be both unconventional and beautiful at the same time ?
Is the earth what keeps gravity going when we feel we are about to float away, before we dream ? or is it our brain shutting off our center before we sleep ?
And as you begin to float and you notice that you have once dreamed this dream, you wonder why the amalgamation of these thoughts don’t equal a beautiful picture ? and before you let go… An image rolls into your brain, and it sways… and it sways… and it sways
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