Open Minded.
Open Heart.
Streamed with too much.
Feeling.
Could I love more, or less.
Could I narrow down.
Could I filter out.
Sensation.
Knowing after time.
What is and what isn't.
Relevant and NOT.
A rush of heat. An instant of words -
Influx and then gone.
A moment in time.
And a void...a great distance.
However filled.
Charged with electricity.
The currents of the early morning darkness,
before the light sets fire to the sky.
This is where it hides,
in hushed tones, breathing, pulsing, beating -
ever NEEDING.
It's death of earlier decades, alive again.
Expectant.
Wanting.
Waiting:
For What is nothing.
& That which is EVERYTHING.
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