i unwound with the wind and it grinned and so did iso i lay under the sly
and my eyes they closed and my breaths they slowed
and i thought that i could finally rest
but the air grew lean and mean
at most fear
chalky mothballs fell down from space to sew me a cold quilt
quickly falling degrees sickly stalling i'd freeze if i didn't get up and get home
but the bitter breeze begged i bide by its bed
it asked i not leave it alone
so i wrapped my arms around the wind and closed my eyes
and a snore was bore in my shaky chest when
just
then
the sun snuck in on a puddle and whispered a pin-drop plan
i cupped my hands about and it began to roll and rotate and revolve around the white earth
the wind and snow below bellowed chagrined oh no don't go
but i went
and
wintersplintersprinterdriftliftswift i stormed away
we melted all the frost
the sun and i
and our puddle grew into an ocean
and so the sun found sky and i found boat because neither of us could swim
and it felt good to be a-float
but the crew was screwy
they amassed and assailed
they decked me
i was bound nowhere good with thick rope and grim expressions
and heaved with haste into an urgent sea
i cried out until my lungs were shipwrecked airballoons and the seasalt mined my eyes to the veins
i was about to lose my change
just
when
i felt a poke poke poke from the sea sea sea and the fish started talking to me
the eels taught me how to swim like a snake and the whales taught me how to hold my breath and breathe through my brain and the seaweed came forward for me to feed
the waves showed me how to break fast on which sand
and
splashdashcrashbreakrakewake i waved goodbye
i wokeupon the desert parched and piping
the sun-bleached sandbox shook my hand and looked me as straight in the eye as it could and neither of us could stop shaking
an informal heating i just couldn't glare myself away from
i swelter and melter i gasp and i choke but the grasp can't be broke
and there's no sign of shelter
it welcomed me to itself and it showed me around pointing out grains one-by-one
and displaying how the heat made the sand look like ponds and rivers
even though there wasn't water forever
it went on about how far it went on for
and my skin began to wrinkle and crinkle
and my eyes went dry but i felt
a
gust
of
wind
on my skin
then it hurry-came and the dust and the heat got all turned-out-oh
and as the madland brushed off to fetch its distorted dunes
the wind and i went
and
blewgrewflewastrayawayhooray i deserted
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