THE CLEAVAGE
THE CLEAVAGE.
At twilight
And a walk by the sea,
I come to abide in the self.
There is silence and agony
Both in eruption
All at once.
The urge to belong
And the nomadic spirit
Claim themselves
All at once.
The paranoia of loss
And the celebration of freedom
All at once.
To be everything and nothing
All at once
As the witnessed and witnesser
Both are one
The lips curve up slowly
At
The mirage of the
CLEAVAGE.
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