My world is transparent

filled with you

Shades of living life

who do not exist

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A world peopled with images

Like you

I put my hand in the water

And swirl

Your images float, break up in pretty patterns

my fingers tread the drops

That slip away into dreams, disconnection lost

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Movement picks up my watery light

Inner scrying, for inner sight

Starkly for my heart

In the brightness

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            Sa

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