smoldering in this feeling
of oneness
this oneness of oneness
ecstatic from head to toe
and everywhere else
freedom looks out
from behind my eyes
light leaves through
my palms
melting melting
no desire for
philosophical dissertations
the joy of limiting the soul
mental masturbation
blindly chasing after
words
crafted from light
the words are
stagnant.
immoble.
like gas station clerks
i ask them for directions
you're already HERE.
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i was born of silence, and silence is my foundation. everything else is anarchy, chaos and confusion. living and breathing silently. that's all.
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