A meditation on calm cold emptyness and feverish wamth strangling all love and silence, communicating in nothing, somehow embedded in yourself and you and us feeling lost and placed. Tipping over, tipping in. Diving above. Layering a truce between fear, hope and girth. Flying above us. Diving in. Trying to see through. Seeing again.
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