Sight and Happiness Are the Transitory Vehicles of my Energy

 

 I came out of my skin, still in

I greeted the stage of where you begin

And absorbed it.

 

I touched you, or you touched me

And there seems to be Feeling,

A euphoric blanket.

 

My sight extends through my ears, which we call sound-

 

                        And happiness dives through misery

 

Is there a place where I am not me and is there a place where I am?

           

 

This is a giant snakehole of Isness and we wave at each other across the dark.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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