take what you experience of me
from my eyes.
mold me
into eventuals and outcomes.
listen in to everything I've ever seen.
know my eyes as narrative
but at the cutting edge of now.
I am all answers yet still questioning.
tell of the beyond of being human.
explain to me,
the grip of my possessing this presence.
show me where my wings come from,
why fear has made me sharply inquisitive.
take everything of me
to where I am more.
bliss will not silence me from this search.
if you know the truth
then mirrors are a waste of our time.
I don't want indulge,
I want presence to speak to me
outside of time
and the wardrobe of circumstance.
look through me
as if after every conversation we could have ever had.
make me appear beyond all your confessions.
give me steadfast light as confirmation.
my body is its own french kiss.
be sweet but not distracted.
I am walking my life to a far star in focus.
how you are ground, furthers me.
I can be a pallet of emotions
but I am more than the paint staring back.
I am aware that spontaneous is the cutting edge.
give me a reveal
that has know, meaning yes,
that I am affirmed beyond my presence questioning,
where heartfelt has enormity
rather than the tendrils of serenity
or the ringlets of peacefulness in recovery,
where fresh is a constancy of truth presenting,
where I sob in overwhelm calmly,
where my being is the source of embodiment.
I want to be of the soothe beyond affirming,
to be selfless yet enormity consumed.
be the eyes of your soul to mine,
where all of conversation ceases to exist,
where even reveal is silenced from its completed task,
where expression needs no cause,
where oneness makes it own waves
and we exist as one beyond the splash . . .
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