me?
catalyitc reactions of form
change me as the elements adapt from norms
like the breath you just exchanged
positional movements assimilating like the lotus in me when I sit
shifting through levels of state
mind transfixed on bud flowering late
but it only affixes my presence longer
walking
head down
hands back
in comtemplation of the steps that just propulsed my next direction
my mark is a direct reflection of what developed me
part soil, part structure, part spirit, times time
elusive developement in mind
manifested in the weight of influence
I consist of layers maintaining function through form
but form consistently changes in amplitudes direct of luminescence
my crenation does not equal my lysis
movement shifts through forms of water
effective like the presence of whether
influencing solid structures of never
so I stare at my palms opened before me
the forms they create in soft tissue manipulation
the wrinkled accumulation of nations
macerated slowly, belly up
the resources that surround me provide alternatives of choice
options of distorted voice
I choose to allow my palms to become my primary source of story telling
because they have opened and closed in reaction to thought
but imagine their stories of reflex
the larger percentage of a whole
filled past the brim of its cup
reaching two words
my form ____________________________________________________________
_________________________________ .............[Im a graduate student by day a therapist at night and lover of music all the time]............
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