I'm wrapped in cold air
free floating
arms wide,
in a three dimensional
empty savannah
of soft, stunning blue
held intact and perfect
by a glass shell,
a numerical sphere
as thin as this moment.
Drifting
enclosed in an endless
rain of tears
covering,
distorting
and so,
defining.
I look out to my past,
I am pierced everytime
by the flattened, moving fluid
dancing it's memories.
You look in to me
and your gaze is carved
long before it arrives.
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