Tenuous involvement
in the shadowlands of mind.
Teetering upon the brink
of endless no man's lands.
Where ownership cannot be found.
The little children gather round.
Infatuated by a spider's web.
Becoming one with everything that is.
Feeling bliss in each experience.
It's all so old, yet newly blessed.
The dream of life is not at rest.
It gathers in such great imagination.
Touching light, to make it real.
The darkness turned
into the feel
of love...

? Michaelette ?

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