by finn & finn
Loosely interpreted visions
(like sand disappearing backwards)
have an ethereal heartbeat
echo...
reverberating me between the beginnings
sounds
(sounds?)
in the empty chambers of my heart
(empty?)
a newly awakened sense of limitless death
(newly?)
trembling with revelation
hovering around transcendence
barely maintaining cohesion
slipping into oblivion
blissfully
is reality really mine?
(real?)
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