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Dec 2014
I saw tiny fractals emerge out of a single chosen hair on your head
That was a glorious day for me,
because I met new rays of colors
Outlines of green and red overlapping everything my eyes met


I discovered a new form of language that could not be spoken,
but I knew it was shared with my companions
I felt sensitive to vibrations and waves
That came from thought, sound, and emotion

I fell in love with serious,
and laughter busted through if serious turned to hesitance
In the end it didn't really matter,
because it was all worth discovering

Time turned into Now
Thinking became abstract
Music became a lot more powerful, even physically
Sight became eventful
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
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