Deep in the recess of my brain
I search within the silence,
To the hum of thoughts.
Connections warmed by time.
Nature’s creation
Chaotic discord of visions
Misaligned.
I grasp at contrary apparitions.
Spirit sentiments that disappear,
With my touch.
Nothing to hold,
They twirl in between,
Pockets of air.
Breathe

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