the world loses form
she shifts
and shimmers
becomes defined by colour

and questionable sensations.

Losing yourself becomes the ultimate goal;
to be weightless and shapeless
simply shifting,
show me how to become nothing;
A simple concept,
an “itch-at the-back-of-your-mind” kind of idea
that is whispered as you sleep in the womb,
that is wound around your DNA,
Let me be feral,
let me be instinctual,
existence of legends,
let me feel everything that is waiting in these bones;
I have so much which lays dormant inside me
i see it only
when the world has
and the veil
slips ever so slightly


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