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.
June 25, 2002
looking
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