Sky dissolves into sky

Symphony of dreams sighs and takes a breath…,

liquid is this world without edges,

liquid are my tears,

liquid is this rainbow…

falling…

dissolving into sky…

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Red bleeds into red

Blue melts into blue

Sky dissolves into sky

Silence into silence

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It is nakedness we seek, trying to peer underneath the clothes of language… the sweeping folds and billowing colors, unravelling the hems and stitches, the fabric of our universe, we look under the flesh of the poems that move us and find ourselves… center-less but not homeless… utterly intimate and infinite… the stars are our eyes as well as the blackness beyond…

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Words are creators and razors, lassoing clouds and bits of sky, creating everything out of not even nothing… not this nor that nor both nor neither… words form me and separate me from this world… and where is the edge of this world? inside out, outside in… this liquid Möbius strip we seem to surf…