My reception to your slow gait increases its speed as the triads spin faster to meet their synthesis in my mind,
Making love to oppositions to bare ideological children.
Yet, I seek to diminish, decrease, detach myself from these mediocre meanderings of the mechanics of motion within our minuscule manifestation.
De-cluttering the absolutes and inventions of an anthropocentric arrogance that asserts itself as truth and embodies myth.
With ease the folly drops from my shoulders, seeps through my pores, and eliminates itself from my body like the shit that it is.
Eyes expand to take in more light, heart lifts to beat in cosmic rhythm, lungs respire to bring life to nerves once benumbed with fear.
The wall of complexities I have built for myself and hid behind are crumbling, giving rise to simplistic structure:
Water, air, nutrition, rest, emotion, consciousness.
I prepare for the fullness of the empty,
Making room for your intermittence and existence within my every cell.
Your movements become clearer the less I focus.
Acceptance replaces understanding;
Analysis secedes to sensation,
And I begin to live harmony.
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