I go inside

I open your wool coat
and go inside a world in there
I smell the damp earth, the roots
I smell the bark, the leaves
the cedar, the pine, the blossoming
I smell the clouds, the mud
standing softly on your boots, closing my
eyes, some of the worlds poetics
bend into me, some of the ocean
enters my eyes, and I bring my river
into you, bluely, psychically, & when
you open up your coat I am
consoled, I am new

I will set the temperature low
for my plants
and die around them
and they will be growing all
around me, a cactus flower from
my heart, roses from my mouth
and you will die and be
lain on the ground
and the crows will carry you
away and I will eat
the crows ritualistically

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