This acute shattering Of a self that seems to Splinter Into numb shards Buried deep so deep In cocooned vacuum.
That rare fleeting touch Of oneness. So palpable.. Like rays of sunshine dancing Over the sea in shimmery slivers Of aching, fluid, refracting, self
What hurts more. The ache Or the limbo. As Time jumps Between pockets of urgency and lethargy.. Mocking the cognition of its passage In an Illusory life!
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