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becoming (Pimple) by <~>
I make my sounds like your sounds the same sound
until separation inexists. song, song, sur-shaping
the shape of the same
some of the way with the way my thoughts weave,
release heat--the waking is paying off--
releasing me in packets transmitted, rejoining, reconnoitering
with the way my thinkings lengthen stretch connect,
ah! strings vibrate, change key to join me:
vibrate, elongate, entrain and my eyes
pilot flight safe find way, race home
while inside mind molecules align meld
making it, making me you, no you through me
veins splay, an antigen loosens whatâs left of individuation
found edged, frayed, and thereâs cuts
and gossamer-wove waves that pulse undersides,
scrape a scale-less sky grayed with sign,
pines needling me green, need. need.
let go. let go my mind and float outside this skin,
so thinnest connection still to self-chords struck
they bind and who will you deny
when the thrum the thrum the thrum
hums hearts
and red is blue is sum is us
is you undone, but we are one.
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