This time I choose. I am awake
to the arched cacophony
inside my soul.
Lately I’ve seen them,
the bridges that span
the length of my river,
suite of connections,
chosen unconsciously,
perfectly honed.
This is the place
my quantum constructs:
my external interface,
harmonic filters
that stretch between
the banks of duality.
My soul flows under,
between and most gorgeously,
flexibly, silkenly,
power directed
by exquisite arches,
superimposed
on each other to weave
the most intricate pleasure of living.
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