*written after an eeeearly morning trek to LAX and flight and BART ride and then...a sweet smoke sesh.
vast flows of crisp white marzipan
hover and float through the bay
that huge thumbprint in the middle
of the north of california
you welcome me back
remind me of my insignificance
my infinitesimal minuteness
thick masses of damp colorless fog
crowd the cemented slab streets
wet with weather, that bay area aesthetic
glossy and wet in the north of california
you welcome me back
remind me of my ambition and vigor
the seemingly unlimited energy of my youth
and i feel the tremble of life
the cold sting of the edge
i do not amble through your streets
i walk, fully walk, encapsulate that which it is to walk
i live, i thrive, i move move on
and i am reminded
in the quietness of the just-after-dawn morning
the invigorating moistness of the dewy air wetting my lungs
when my fingertips instantly freeze
hot pink joint cherries
rushing blood throughout my body
i am reminded of the sweet contradictions in life
i am reminded to embrace them
i am reminded to forgo being right
i am reminded to attend to my authenticity
i am reminded to be whole
i am reminded to share myself
i am reminded to love the joyful tragedy of life
and i am again reminded
as this naturo-urban landscape consistently does
to find peace in the justifying end of death
you welcome me back
and it feels good to be back
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