I dream whales each night, wake at the sound
of my voice calling out in sonar
Also, orgasms at the sight of doves
The touch of wind spawns spontaneous waltzing
I rocket to the rafters at the thought of mud
An ant and I mind-fly over cocoa islands
Pirate-dressed, I shop for candy at funerals
A tongue of rice brings back the first breast
The smell of glass water I am wet for
A breeze comes my last hawk life, where again
I am circling, circling smells
I will dive down for, and eat
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