Aug 17, 2017
chaos
she considers returning to the fire, where she came from—her ultraviolet river notions, fluid, unattached to anxious truth; fragments made with her are pantomime, stationary, supine, i observe; she asks, again, "do you see other as self?" spread across the field of emptiness, her divine, yogic consciousness, slowly turns to absorb me; she becomes me, slips through these veins, dismantles her senses, reclines into tranquil disorder; she tells me—be awake in this marsh of existence.
