I am the space beneath the wave
As above and yet
As below?
As the light caresses like a shimmering snake
I feel the boil
I taste the break
The blood gently screams down my face
I tremble to utter, but my breath anticipates
A hue of orange just below the nape
In a dream I awake
I seek to see
I beg to escape
Of the confines
Of my mistakes
what.
is.
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