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hereitis.theuniverseatyourfingertips.

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yes, i wept at the edge of your bed

while you snored into some etheric paradise

cuz you seemed so at peace

(even in my own fear, i knew it)

how do you resemble so much that i lack?

if anything, i am your vessel

the one to pour forth your truest self, 

for i will execute your thoughts and deliver your hopes 

as long as you don’t stop…breathing.

teach me those ancient symbols scarred on your nape. because to me you have the whole universe embodied as my lover.

but you died that night&

i felt it

trying to lay  beside your soft inked palate of wisdom

as if i wasnt allowed where you were going (and that you were happy to venture off alone)

fuck it.

0o0 precious non attachment, the let-going of any sort of ‘grand plan’

and knowing that this moment, even in pain, is where you need to be 

-and is.

(secretly in my mind, i thought we would cure this derangement called lone

with sum of our hands clasping in the middle of the night, and the multiples of kisses ringing through timeglares

or the smell of your cheek which is the smell of life itself- and that doesn’t even matter

to you nor i;

listen,

i give my soul props over and over again

thinking or perhaps knowing the secret self gems of the world, laughing inside while beholding theses spiritual riches 

but you, you have showed me that even those aren’t really valuable because they too rott from the ignorance of life.

and what is most authentic,

is the complete unravelling of yourself, burden.struggles.agony.watevers-inside , as a offering to the world

)the fount of my understanding.