Continution

Watching from a frozen throne
the hand reaches out to search
among the waves of energy
crashing against data embankments.

The body remains safely suspended
over and under the sky
full of lights that burn away
and postpone the end of the world.

In transitive tranquility
with willingness to hold on
things don’t need to exist
they just need to be.


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