wispA Poem by porkchops
I don't see,
I don't hear, I don't speak.... I close down to float within my own mind, I become a wisp, a shadowy veil of thought, but in this form I find a world, one without any barriers, with out discrimination as all are the same, We become sexless, colorless, just a wisps of shadows that flow, in and round each other, that slowly form together as one mass to pray for the rising sun...
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