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Description
And through the cracks, beyond the veil,
the shadows awakened, the shine defined.
The shadows, no matter.

Positioned in front of the reflection of a mirror.
I raise my hand. The shadows don’t matter.

You see me see you see me.

Somehow there’s dimensional touch.

My hand feels me feeling you.
We are blissfully grey.
We don’t know shade.
The highlights fade.
The atmosphere is crisp and soft

Full and empty, but the best of anything.
You find me in nothing.
In grey, no shade, we fade…
But spaces stay.

I pull slowly back through and out.
The static edged skin dissolves into holes and wholes.
Liquidity, spun smoke my soul tries to creep away.
My center heart swells and expels vaporized dewy flowers.
And rotating back into my center eye, I feel the ache of nature in my mind.
My spine ripples serpentine, and muscles twitch.
Upwards the intentions, the sky hovers wary of clouds.
Yet precipitation collapses into me, through me, breaking me apart and fusing unity.
To know the chaotic waters is a gift, and disgust.
And the grey ages to pink.
Accepting it all.
Pulsating with it.

Sine fluctuation.

Description
And through the cracks, beyond the veil,
the shadows awakened, the shine defined.
The shadows, no matter.

Positioned in front of the reflection of a mirror.
I raise my hand. The shadows don’t matter.

You see me see you see me.

Somehow there’s dimensional touch.

My hand feels me feeling you.
We are blissfully grey.
We don’t know shade.
The highlights fade.
The atmosphere is crisp and soft

Full and empty, but the best of anything.
You find me in nothing.
In grey, no shade, we fade…
But spaces stay.

I pull slowly back through and out.
The static edged skin dissolves into holes and wholes.
Liquidity, spun smoke my soul tries to creep away.
My center heart swells and expels vaporized dewy flowers.
And rotating back into my center eye, I feel the ache of nature in my mind.
My spine ripples serpentine, and muscles twitch.
Upwards the intentions, the sky hovers wary of clouds.
Yet precipitation collapses into me, through me, breaking me apart and fusing unity.
To know the chaotic waters is a gift, and disgust.
And the grey ages to pink.
Accepting it all.
Pulsating with it.

Sine fluctuation.