June 25, 2002

looking

Light flight
sliding gliding,
there's a magic
in all of this.

I can't reach the place
where it makes sense,
in you, of you, from you
a soul wrapped
in so many layers,
who owns
her, me
he, you?

Out of time
cadence
Out of mind
peace
Out of bounds
borders.

Absorb, contain, release
this is where I find you.

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