Without a clear image of you in mind,
freedom to create you is mine.
But I won't make you into anything.
I will not commit the crime of giving you form.
I would never put a shell around your being,
for it's your raw substance I awe in.
Your formlessness is what I admire.
In this state you are any and everything to me
Possibly endless,
you are an endless possibility.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
Without a clear image of you in mind,
freedom to create you is mine.
But I won't make you into anything.
I will not commit the crime of giving you form.
I would never put a shell around your being,
for it's your raw substance I awe in.
Your formlessness is what I admire.
In this state you are any and everything to me
Possibly endless,
you are an endless possibility.
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