Complete in itself yet fractured, splintering light, reflecting this realm of nothingness, of dream work.
destruction reveals the archaeology of your heart – fury veined like a
green and lilac bubble, serenity drawing the line and moving on.
clouds of chromophores drift quietly through the planes and
interstitials of your imperfect jagged form. Dragged from the earth –
yet you behave in accordance, do no harm.
Your flawed clarity keeps its secrets, reveals nothing; says ‘Just make a wish!’
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