soup remains

bubbling broth

holds us up

a slow motion circus

cascade in black

shining and empty

we float


humming somewhere

the elsewhere

we knew

this is how we connect

a stew

askew and connected

alien to knowledge

we rise up into an opal

ebony slices of tunnelled

hands holding

this forever

marks us


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