Zen mode
the head ovoid aflame
a million bliss bubbles pulsating
conjoined with the energy grid looping form
with who can we share this when no one can pair
thus it becomes a journey we undertake alone
perhaps one day feeble form will just burst
unable to contain power of magnetism
who knows
we wait
alone
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