Sebastian Sandok

Sun Below The Cedarwood

The sun shimmers upon my face as I loaf below the Cedarwood
I ask, what will become of the man
who will not become of himself
To embrace eachother as if we were droplets from the horizon dew
As if we, we were the molecules from the water which we came
Oh, beautiful you, do not placate your own, yourself, your me
Only swim deeper and deeper into the abyss of oneself
Far is only further than you have ever been
and further is only farther than the mind can see

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