What is shared Between may be Within,
Gazing into a gaze, is this where we Rest at Last?
Oh, the Life spent cloaked
Trembling before Utility, Will she notice the Child Whose knees bled not ocean but Sky?
for a Home is a place where one is free to Become The Ground and the Walls themselves - reminded of the infinite miles through which bone and skin extend
Narrative recognizing Narrowness
Bells and chimes are but a gentle compass through time; a glimpse into your mother’s beauty, I miss
Wander in wonder, do you realize we have met?
Oh, the Life spent cloaked
Secreting Truth in secrets
Can what is lost within be found between?

i close my eyes and i am
adhered to the inner wall
of a black glass marble
spinning on its axis
diagonally
disorientation
no center, no point of reference
feel the things inside
an oddly heavy mass
sense its presence
as you watch the marble
spinning
ro ta ting within
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