🙏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 shadow-shunts 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.
And so I deconstruct.
My face
my muscles
even my blood
I am all
transparent
unshadowed
to my very bones.
And then?
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
joyful
noisy
free
The View at 72+ 