Fire crackling under red stars and yellow moon
An open canopy lets emotions run through
Meditation opens eyes to what’s happening inside
Cushioning lilies that peer wide into contact lenses;
An arms trade robs humanity of those who listen
Breaking laws to set free those imprisoned
Plotting strands of green trees next to emerald lakes
That reflect crystal clear consciousness at an ephemeral rate;
Recede to flipping over dead legs in the morning
To swing in Lila, singing joy out of the window
Lucid dream solves equations of disconnection
By looking in the eye and practicing our goodbyes.
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