In one turn,
the infinite is spun by
one hug -
a 360 degree
embrace...the long arms tilt time.
Anything dances with Nothing-
To the loud songs of
soft silence.
The movement-
piercing the present
and cutting the future.
Peeling back to the core of Now
It bleeds white from wanted wounds.
Erasing color consciousness-
this blood stains true-
translucent , a coveted light bending blend of shady truths -
salty like tears and as clear as water.
The journey forth casts long shadows over
yesterday's tracks.
Too dark to find the way back.
I will never figure it all out,
but I always find the answers.
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