Sound waves
make the air tremble…
Tumble in a soliloquy
leather tongue rasps
over the course
emissions of soma cravings.
Ebb and flow of a natural state
chains turn to strands
neither bind nor constrict.
In the darkness
the world spirals
into a smoky realm.
Words are wrapped
in soft harmonies
Reaching the ocean
seashells ration out
watery secrets
Not identity, essence.
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