A creamy dazzle from a pearl
Enlightens me, as if its weight
Is too hard to bear. Thinking is
Pursuing, a pale thought, white as parchment
And bland as water, zoned in.
Extreme action is no option, it is circumspect,
It is linked, it is brushed aside;
A drained dream jumping, a wide line,
Shadowed, infinite - this can touch you -
You may know it. Whilst passing
It is a function of your body,
You are one to zero bytes,
A micro-presence elevated,
Gauzed process.
This can last hours
From blank to blank.
All you know is,
You once touched,
A pale
white
lightness.
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