Something
O to let go
of the Nothing
to which
these phantom limbs
have latched
To be at once
with the Abyss
blowing
kisses
into the infinite
with its
myriad of lips
To sit
in focus
on what Is
without
the baggage
of what’s
possible or
probable or
maybe optimal
To not judge
the eye
as feeble
nor the me
as weak
To be at once
for all to see
the germ
inside the seed...
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