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I tap through time

feet brushing the water

creating ripples in the blue-like waves,

Soles barely touching 

all is

Lifted with fog

surround me and fill

full chest fill up

pour through my temples

press against gray matter

slowly 

slowly 

slower still

breathe and keep breathing in the green haze

teal-blue malaise of days to come

the pond the lily pad

Still drifting across

are there trees in the distance?

branches hanging with moss

hanging 

slowly. 

eyes filled with calm-y thoughts

sit still sit still sit still and wait

green-blue-purple-gray—

thick fog

nothing stays here for long