It's a beautiful thing,
to feel emotions so deeply.

There's nothing I can do,
but to feel my heart beating.

It's pounding me alive.
Incapable of sleeping.

I am permanently wired
to be open to receiving.

Collecting dust from comets,
to carve out my own meaning.

The universe, she needs me.
For transference she is seeking.

Pouring feelings down my throat,
so they can find releasing.

I make light codes out of lessons.
I upload them when I'm dreaming.

Slowly taking all the pain,
and I turn it into healing.

And for every cleanse completed,
she leaves me with a teaching.

And the world's a little wiser,
a little more appealing.

• • •

Then I get another download,
and the cycle keeps repeating.

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