Of Textures & Flows

Withering away.
Absorbed in textures & flows.
Radiating where everything else is dying.
A blurry vision.
Carried away by violent waters.
A still mirror image.
Where you cannot hide beneath the surface.
Thirsty you stretch out your arms.
In a crowd, desperate, unhearing.
Hiding, watching, where you can see clearly.
But nobody knows you are there.
In a place where creatures hide and wait.
Wait for the time when we remember.
To be silent.
To listen again.
As crystals fall.
Crushed, dissolved.
Grinding away.
Giving it all a new shape.
I continue to walk.
My own path.
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