Word Structure: I

the diverge of separate selves,
waxing and waning, complaining, disdaining-giving birth and breath to new stumbles in
sinking in slumber in seeking solidarity
in creation of division
and the opportunities within is
beyond
and breaking
like shaking in flux
lightly taking,
creating
the space
between us and
between the between.
the back in context makes a connection in separation.

in which direction within the void?

it is busting a burst of banishment without appreciation that burns into
much of the same
of the larger huge like massive big
blooming
in blue or red or yellow or dark patterns or darker patterns or the feeling of being ahead of one's self or blinding light funneled or
filtered into
and out of

much of the same
kind of penetrating, regenerating thought.


the whole
of the hole
becomes holy,

that is in it's relation to the observer, and more and less

in it's absence or it's lack of interest toward the focus of origin

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