Vastness that stifles the softest cry
Until entities blur into abstraction
Running into the horizon means
Stumbling through broken scenes
Twirling flipping disorientation
Memory of memories always ignite
Into firework displays of the corny and trite
Overwhelming heart striations
To think colours like this could glow
Beautifying the starkest crow
Emptiness into surreal satisfaction
Satisfaction in any liberating scream
Stifled by the heaviness of a moonbeam
In pleasing suffocation
Tranquility in a new unchartered home
To tread water and then plunge into the unknown
Deeper and deeper pulling the imagination
Good night, GC.
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