Nature's Nothing from Super Predator by Mykele Deville

my head is open to waves of raindrops

a breeze blows through the blades of grass

like heavens sunday

and I lay in the green

as an infant with no troubles

repeating myself.

I smell the water approaching

its such a human thing

to recognize your parents

and I am unwanted

in a beautiful way.

Light smiles on me too much

outside in the open air.

I wont acknowledge.

dripping from the tip of the stone

dropping from the top of the sky

is the liquid that made me

dreams

dreams

dreams

splatting on my newborn forehead

running into the edges of my ears

and back into the soil of this rock.

the crickets grow lowder

God opens a beer and listens

in his recliner chair

as i lay face down in the mud

as his aborted feeling

just a result after the birth

and I am just as beautiful as him.

sands swirl

and offer options of illusions

and I take one,

my favorite one,

and grow up.

Thats the only way out.

And believe me,

I want out.

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