Dropping into my inner pool,
as a bead of crystalled thought,
I am the ripple of contact,
Concentric beats of imagination.
I lay in all directions,
A sphere of gathered destinations,
Of lines forming arcs.
Others meet me here,
Voices overlapping
None separate
Each alone.
Published on: Threads @between.speak, The Nothing in Between
Date: 02/04/2024, 11/05/2024
Photo by Izzy Gibson
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