softly walking along the shoreline
of our mental discoveries, we
splash through subconsciousness
as if it were imprisoned in our will,
carelessly opening up its arms
like those of a lover who cannot
receive enough satisfaction...
clearly denied is our understanding
of that which we don't understand
or that which we want to understand;
we tetter on the brink of extension
yet are calm about our hollowness.
July 22, 2024
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