I move in waves...
Before my eyes...
Abandoned is the path of faux fruit.
Wax melting into neutrality... I see through the stain.
Twisting inward... reaching toward the stars...
A symphony of sound reveals itself... within every drop of light.
Remembering...
...I am at peace.









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