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it seemed everyone was locked in a dance of platitudes and if I spoke it was like I interrupted the programme, to fit in was to also switch off

falling, falling, falling. Stop.
I'm cushioned, enveloped, stilled

intrigue begins

I'll meander through your mind
please meander through mine

I cannot weep for wandering too far, for losing the path is to find faith the way back will also be beautiful, forever unmapped 

a Summer's day, endless - lost here holds no danger, there is all the time in the world to spend safe and warm

the beginning of a word... nothing else and synapses snap - it's enough, not falling now but swirling somehow transfixed, the music stops but the moment from the melody plays on

no questions of where am I, who am I, for I am known and locked in space and time with a feeling of belonging here, now

freed from the existential, melted away shackles, weightless, timeless, cognisant of what it is to be

I already know you, knew you before, will know you again - a safe space but the coordinates are always a riddle, stumbled upon, a crossed path to linger upon until the next life, ever circling the slipstream of a stars alignment with it's own echo

perhaps it's what I see when I look at the moon, the perfect moments of time still in existence stitched into the fabric waiting for the tailor to make the gown I'll wear on the day I arrive

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