Windows locked, the doors
still an opening exists through pours of flesh
that live and breath it all into its being; as all
that seems to be outside ourselves moves in.
"Nonsense. Rubbish. Utter fantasy!" They
scream themselves awake into a dream of
open air, where breezes bring the fruitfulness
of fragrant, flowered fields to yield, a vastness
held within a round of greater vastness yet,
always reaching in and out for more; while
past and future wait their turn, so patiently
within the wings of always never meant
to be at all.
It falls, arising endlessly
beneath our feet, so
solidly in touch with everything. Living, breathing
energy - once unaware that it could know itself
at all. Muted whispers that in decibels increase
themselves into a voice that seeks the perfect
pitch to speak of endless being. Coming even
as it goes, this flow of particles can never cease,
for the beauty of this beast is undeniably complete
and moves itself throughout eternity...
? Michaelette ?
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