inclined
as outliers slow dance
down the night wind blowing
paradoxes divine
diligently some quantum chaos strings
ineffably through it
thoughtbare
simply
broken hearts, pulsing with enduring brilliance
virtual companions, perfectly imperfect
anomalies
struggling toward the source
with a fistful of interpretations
wrestling with expression
reverberating neither dark nor light
some holy madness extends apprehension
iterating conjugations
as inquiring minds walk on fire, two by two
in some language of the soul
unpostured
holy offerings of experience
not keeping silent
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