slip-slide into dreams
roughshod into the light,
popping stitches and bursting seams.
one doesn’t end, one doesn’t begin,
Ouroboros waking,
rising, consuming, without to within.
edges blending into light,
particles dancing,
panicked with delight.
one moment to ponder,
if meaning, then life,
if not, to wander.
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That first stanza is absolutely luscious…feels like it’s so lyrical one could almost dance to it. I love this.
Luscious…that’s a fantastic word. Thank you so much, and I’m very glad you enjoyed it.