nothing's ever forgotten
in this world
on a spiral -
where everything rests
in the space between
dreaming
and becoming,
where splinters shatter
like resolute dewdrops,
only to return anew,
on new coordinates
of love,
held in the matrix
of a joyous celebration
of all of life,
spiraling into themselves,
over and over again.
in this world
on a spiral -
where everything rests
in the space between
dreaming
and becoming,
where splinters shatter
like resolute dewdrops,
only to return anew,
on new coordinates
of love,
held in the matrix
of a joyous celebration
of all of life,
spiraling into themselves,
over and over again.
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