Sometimes I Hold Words

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Sometimes I hold words in silences

Sometimes I leap from pages on monster feet

I am the sequence of thought

Held too closely and executed in proximity

To my navel, bell-shaped, a curved meditation,

 

Here patterns are replicated supremely while sublimity

Dances penalties and failures struck down left sided

Or right sliding, detouring Love.

 

Oh, you are hidden well, and you were just in doing so,

I am Bliss and remain dedicated to Spirit,

 

I pour from your Soul.

 

 

 

 

Love-Light,

Ana