SELF-ENTANGLED
think soul and body
a union of elixirs
think smelling a gust
of sultry breeze
trying hard with your nares
to pick salt from empty air
till you fail and falter
think spirit and mind
think loving and love
a space-time continuum
falling into abyss
of ageless blackhole
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I'm but an early morning leafling
waiting for endearing eyeballs
her gaze first to fall on me
two starry sparkling eyes
her stars weigh two dewdrops
a binary of wandering twins
soon coalesces into tiny pools
teardpools on a loveless paper
under the weight of her drops
I wakeup