I drew a line today.
One stroke departed the senses of understanding from intrinsic emotions. My Feet hide the line. Baggage hides the line. The wind blows away what isn't hidden, and I wonder how far off course I've strayed.
Does the Road, evergoing, require boundaries as I walk? And I, delicately balanced on the convergence of comprehension, know not which foot leads me astray from formulated comfort. Have I been integrated to the path with foresight?
Seeing or feeling?
Will the Moon blind like the Sun if I look away from Her Light? Naivety is handsome like darkness -- I dare not find what lives beyond eyes, my chest constricts with longing lust everlasting.
A whisper from within --
Hearing tightens my grip to the past and flames shoot to my cheeks. Molten drops seer as minds fight for the ground. Fireflies twinkle like Her companions on Earth. My soul wants to dance with their freedom.
Past heaps on soles
Twilight Dawn filters. Fresh consciousness forgets the line, holding cautiously to knowledge, the poison, and my feet take heaving strides gasping for dreams. My heart yearns. My heart thrashes. Breath is clawing to be.
Knowing which fears
Leave that math behind
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