marching to silence
flying in water
embracing emptiness
following
invisible footsteps
that
genius
of the i don't cares
transformed
to I'm listening
to what do you think?
to arriving solo
backwards
and one beat
ends
my brown, pink, blue, black
imagination
ties ends of empty
to beginnings
to tear spun strings
to energized echos
One clear moment of difference
melding into me.
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