stalling time, suspended
between footsteps that never even attempt
to touch the ground
obvious lightening of gravity
and Earth's gentle smile
twisting ever upwards, ever
the true randomness of being suspended
mid-air, between
Oh, I touch your face
and the physical universe descends into irrelevancy
a cloud lit sky unveils itself to me
the truest beauty, raw
the bright lightness of right here
moment
being
Oh, I touch your face
and fall beyond direction
into the pureness of neurons firing
beyond
any
fragments
of control
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Desperate, Bloodthirsty, ect.
