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deep within the bellows of belly,

rolls of skin and thin layers of fat

blood pulsates through tiny channels,

cells drift like dust and reassemble,

quick currents of electricity create

countless constellations of memory


an embarkation point of

sensational fireworks.

luminous light streams

of emotion cast

symbols of stories

untold and unfelt.

freeze-frame each moment

and She will guide you in

deeper, if that is what you wish,

like Gish, to be an Orphan of the Storm

in blind mystery.


or pause…

that light stream of emotion, can you see

how ephemerally it fades

with each salty tear

that streams down your cheek?

simply sparks.

single-pointed stars

that burst

into the infinite




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