The touch paper
Being touched
Some spark or
friction
The heat
Of the now
Converging
With fate
red as a cherry
the rose blue fuse erupts
comet of ashes
Mercurial flame
A flurry of lashes
A moment of fame
The end - abrupt
Boom bang bosh
The bubble bust
Turned to dust
The bang became a
heartbeat
The heart became a hammer
The Phoenix rose in daisy
trails
The word prevails
A thousand cuts
They say that nothing's
infinite
That nothing does exist
Or maybe Love is all there
is
If Love does not have
limits
How can we come from it
How can we be of it
How can we be in it
If Love and breath exist
ok i know this doesn't make sense - trying to write down a taste of something and hope these notes will add to the soup like nice white pepper one day
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