To float on feathers, sink through glassy pearling droplets, fade beneath flowing see-through curtains where everything would exist for sensing and noticing. And surroundings would become something other than surroundings. They would breach the divide and interrupt us as we sit, staring at the wall. Just for introducing brilliance and shuddered windows that open to something deeper than dank, dusty corners. Deeper in an all-encompassing serenade of poetic lines and scenery. And we will be left in lace-lit patterns and vases filled with happy tears for remembering why we live here anyway.
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