younger at the end than when we started;
dense fog with no visibility but above it all
there seems to be nothing at all below us;
blankets of thermal dynamics cushion our every move
preventing us from shuddering aimlessly into another world;
white velvet softness drifts by like clouds
that have lost all resistance in keeping their shapes,
descending into bumpy nothingness with eyes
closed as if we were still in the womb.
29May13
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