Lichens

We are all lichens,the way
We simper together below .
We are not a layer but exist
As many in joint stomachs.
Bellies are bound together
Both where we are scared,
Where we light camp fires.

When we would spew fires
We would be future fossils
Gray ashes they burned to
Everyone’s pleasant waters
To bring the seas to homes
To common vacuum patio.

Finally a sea would be home
And we would be pearls in it.
We live our separate lichens
But bound together by death .
Our eyes will then be pearls
After a lot of staring practice.

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