🙏Disappearance is the magic in connection🙏
Is it not the best of things to be seen fully clothed yet as entirely naked as newborn?
The brightness thereof overtops and out-shadows the sallow sight of self every, every time.
Where I was palely loitering,
came a pair of eyes to look to me
to see my blinking eyes.
even my blood
I am all
to my very bones.
A symphony orchestra shakes
what’s left of who I never knew I was.
Inside the gaze of easy eyes
I am deciphered,
made suddenly extraordinarily rich.
Out of my head, birds do fly