A Thawing Satellite(or feeling something similar)

lower the walls as you
hold in a gasp that comes
in a moan becoming security
opens worlds to feeling
feeling like water
resisting diver
only lying on the surface
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life aligns endless sines
relay everything about something
and something about everything
saying what speeds up
to slow down
breathing. breath. breathing.
light glistens wet
Luminous, only showing
through the surface
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In a labyrinth of mirrors they live, with nothing and no one. Often scaring themselves as they sneak around corners, thinking there will be someone waiting to frighten them, rob them, or kill them. They forget what they have. They forget what they are.  They find solace in their reflections when scared. They see the steadiness in similarity and reach out to the mirrors. To simulacrum they confess delight, mistrust, sin, love, and disgust with each new syllable sounding more like themselves:
reflected on the surface
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Under an ocean we live, with nothing and no one. Our souls radiate infinite light. Boundless light. We experience nothing but purest joy; so much that we don’t know what it feels like. We dance, questioning nothing. Every movement a seed of expansion and growth eventually leading back to our selfs. Fractal thoughts, though not thought, come up above:
our dreams bubble to the surface.
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I love the feeling of knowing
knowing not from where it comes
like rain. It holds me, raises me up
to see all that I know
to watch it melt in the sun
to leave only the feeling
of a life
that I know
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