I often think about touching you,
when our skin meets
crackling electric blue
raising hair and flesh.
You open up to a molten core
floating in a sea of darkness.
A sun, a starburst supernova at the centre of a nebula
of lit colours and cosmic glitter
expanding in pulsing waves
consuming the darkness and everything
from the inside out.
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
