no composition nor interludes or restraints
liquidity without surface to bind or contain
the myth of mass set free from perception’s grasp
landscape is all like attracts like
there is no place beyond embrace
perception has no audience just immersion
I am the dissolve of the sounds from you
and you are the resolve of the sounds of me
we end relationship to soundly be beyond the be
for there is no travel, no distance,
no journey as the business of time
no emotions catered with obsession
no self other than manifest
the pour of life-force fulfills its own seeking
I have no edges, no surface, no substance
laying claim is isolation’s task towards merit
there are no comings or goings as location’s reward
consciousness meets as the matrix of harmony . . .
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