Out of the unparalleled distinction
this young girl grew five heads
Each turned in a cubic direction
with the luckiest facing the clouds
smiling towards rain
evaluating the differences in grey before they inevitably give way to a myriad of
pinhole distinctions
unknown to those
Heads that face west
or east
or north
it truly depends
But only one only knows
up
The anti gravity
But only one only wonders
about the appearance of feet
But she can feel the differences between toes, all jammed together and sometimes
spread, allowing tickling blades of grass to slide between
instances of skin

But only one only wonders
about the contraption of shoes
aiding in walking
only wonders
about this act of running
She feels her legs
Legs?

When in the middle of the city
the only city in the world
and the lights outshine the moon
and the towers of commerce seem to lean together
creating a canopy for the
stone forest
she can still see every star
they cannot seem to hide
nor do they seem to want to hide
because she is the only head
never bowed, but forever face to face
speaking to you