Sipping the Shadows of You

Walking the maze inside of the gaze of your spiral eyes.
Greedily, seeking out the schemas of your need, the verse of your thirst.
Neck cradled, shaped into spiraling swans, eyes to the skies of my eyes, open for observation.
Exquisite depth, visited upon in swans-spiraling, seeking: Finding.

Pressure upon pressure point, transporting you into an orbit of ecstasy & liquidity.

Circling the squares there after circles inside of circles encircled.
Every day is a brick in the wall which dissolves when we solve the mystery of our history.
Data uploaded into a process of processing accompanied by a growing constriction of restriction.
A squeeze unto squee to see/to see unfurling swirls in your spiraling eyes.

The ground becoming a sound of razorblades & bullet shells falling down in falling dawns.

Where we wept in the hemispheres of our existential sorrows & fears.
Where we searched the tears for a rarity of clarity in the way of a way: Finding a way -
Finding a way into the other of one another: Mystery giving way to mystery.
Where I sip-shadows from the chalice of your spell-bound paralysis.

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