In a swirling of a whirling come together soft & warm
We made something together it breathes a calm storm
Remember that day we Metanoia turned into my you,
Our churning heart, my soul, inside a lonely of a blue,
After a mind turned mad beyond all thought we pray,
A change in our very being deep in a wondering sway
We orientally unwound moved a wild natured sprawl
Meta in the evening different in the turning in our ball
Sometimes we are a little weird in our strange dishevel
Balanced on a razor's edge-the touch-we kiss-we bevel,
Somewhere in that tension, break free, here today gone
That slow to the deep becoming awakens in us a dawn-
I feel that rock in you change across a forming of a land
Despite it all maybe because of it I hold you in my hand
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 8:06 AM UTC
In a swirling of a whirling come together soft & warm
We made something together it breathes a calm storm
Remember that day we Metanoia turned into my you,
Our churning heart, my soul, inside a lonely of a blue,
After a mind turned mad beyond all thought we pray,
A change in our very being deep in a wondering sway
We orientally unwound moved a wild natured sprawl
Meta in the evening different in the turning in our ball
Sometimes we are a little weird in our strange dishevel
Balanced on a razor's edge-the touch-we kiss-we bevel,
Somewhere in that tension, break free, here today gone
That slow to the deep becoming awakens in us a dawn-
I feel that rock in you change across a forming of a land
Despite it all maybe because of it I hold you in my hand
There are some things in us, maybe all things, that we cannot explain, and when we say it, the moment those words breathe form, it changes, and we are different, slide past the meaning, transform, become, something different as the swirl of the curls undo us into more.
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