in times as ours
sharp compressions
pinch our insides..
and mirror
perfect storms outside..
these our possessions
our very own
black holes
out there
in here..
all seeking room
to transmute relieve..
a birthing rise
a burdened delight
a Flow introduced...
our toruSelf...
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
in times as ours
sharp compressions
pinch our insides..
and mirror
perfect storms outside..
these our possessions
our very own
black holes
out there
in here..
all seeking room
to transmute relieve..
a birthing rise
a burdened delight
a Flow introduced...
our toruSelf...
also, see Mae's "There is evidence"...
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