A Poem about Existence as Thought

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.

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Published on: Threads @between.speak, The Nothing in Between

Date: 02/04/2024, 11/05/2024

Photo by Izzy Gibson