All the Parts

the quiet laboratory
the alien ship
with its solemn eye
& mystic gardens
dark birds, wide water
the sleepy volcano
an outing, a stroll
the swing with its
flour-sack pillows
smelling of sun
nightfall, glowing
trees change places
& stumble you
dream, yellow fields
old ash, heat deep
in the ground
all the parts
of you

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