Fractalled

I want to live different
The way flowers do
The way sand becomes glass
The way water evaporates

I want to talk different
Like two trees, root by root
Like whales across oceans
Like stars, through light

I want to hear different
The way a dog does
The way leaves bristle
The way atoms twitch

I want to touch different
Like the wind does on my shoulder
Like an axe in cheese
Like a brush on wet paper

I want to see different
The way my gut does
The way a mole grinds
The way a comet flies

I want to smell different
Like a bone
Like acid fear
Like sliding metal

I want to live different
In the truncated
Time
Of space

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