sequential 

experience folds 

the spiral dance

of breaking open 

a cyclical circuitry 

symphonies exist

in silence

in darkness

all I can justify

is my breathing

stretch still the 

crescendoing brainwaves 

here it comes again 

here I cum 

the hive is milky 

the queen of hexagons 

dripping electromagnetic pulsation

feel how soft

adoration 

when I let go

when I hear trumpets 

a sequential dance to the centre 

a shattered sigh

la petite mort 

blossoms 

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