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EMPTY VASTNESS.

Once again, stripped fully.
Bare bones.
Blood stained lies,
Lying upon the floor.
Where I once stood.
Broken, broken, broken.
DUST.
All known, knowing,
Completely destroyed.
Conditioned illusions.
Delusion – Broken.
BORN?
Born or lost.
Lost nor born.
Stagnant.
Transition – DEEP.
Deep down.
Down into the inner.
Inner.
Core.
An empty vastness.
No longer knowing.
Who we are.
Once more.
Are there ever no layers.
Layers as the sea.
A cool foam forming.
On a startling, bare, boned, breeze.
Will there ever be a time.
Where I, the air.
An inner – outer blanket.
Caressing all.
Yet flowingly vast and free.
Will there ever be life.
Living without restraint.
Born.
Flood.
Free.

Art + poetry – Bec Hart.

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