the expanse of love, is again, and again, and again, the opening, and then the traversing over, of the void.

a window is open, outside, fire. A lure. A guidepost.

Do it as often as possible, until it is lit up, light up. Be calm, calm as possible, when it gives you darkness, when it spits once again the void back at you.

You knew, you were hallow, empty, you purged, you approached, and there, there you got that naked other, so near your tongue, so inside your eyes, and backwards. Want. Wanting. Ignite. Ignition.

At rare glimpses we have it.

Move closer. More Often.

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