This sensation washing over me…
It is as the universe is.
A myriad of depths encapsulated within mystery.
The force of love is stabbing at me from this place.
Love is the dream I had and the bliss I lost.
It is the keeper of my life and controller of all.
Why does this exhausting, twisting comedy of thought come to me now?
It always deems to come fully confused and ready to assimilate with me.
My eyes become as walls, seeing not the sun above.
Within my ears, only the faint murmur of anyone but her.
The only picture I can behold, the only song I wish to hear, is that of she.
So I reach out, eyes wide, thoughts paused, smiling as a child,
And nil but my thoughts and that pulsing, bittersweet sensation greet me.
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