What we do not see

Dawn

And your mind says stay
within the bliss yes,

And your honey whispers low
into your thickness

And your mother calls you out
from such a sickness

As your hunger draws you back,
love bears witness.

What we do not see truly,
is the crossing of

our holy searchings on
the thin line
at the far horizon.

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Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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