Washed starlight. Weed splendor.
The parted gaze. Intuition drips,
the tender brain unfolds,
soothes what it contains.
Beneath, lush blood quivers.
Slivers of insight assemble.
Fresh configurations then
disassemble them by heart.
Pulsing fingers chase the tracers
crisscrossing and diverging
against the fullness of space.
Lips race. Flesh breathes.
Moist air sings.
Silence communicates between peripheries.
Walking cells reformulate.
Suddenly there’s room for everything.
-r. miller
Silence Communicates
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