June past, only the frogs
Filled the night space
My phone across the room
Quiet as the empty jar
Still I could fall asleep
Dream as usual
Animated with intricate
Complexity
Maybe there you were
Accompanied
Keeping my toes wet
In the reality bog
Of physical Density
I beg of my Soul
Soul, what do you see
Time, only time
Love is earned with these coins
When wrapped in flesh
What do you know of the time Today
Nothing
I hear hollow bellow
Bullfrogs calling silent mates
Without yearning nor pain
Only Light of their purpose
Beyond my abilities to
Reconnect
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