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you speak, out, the word beauty, from your lips as substance
and substance the experience, experience the lift

when you say you call the void beautiful
you call it’s force into your mouth

you sing its song
you taste it, in all its ingoing heaving,

terror.

rename.

there are those moments when you are not there, when there is nothing at all to lift you, to elevate you, move you, and you turn, inward; sour or outward, grasping and fumbling, perhaps it is better to wallow for a moment in the soft misery, biding your time patiently, in wait of the next chord, the next light, the next sublime human interaction, which will sweep you into it with all of its force. Just wait. And remember.