Sieve

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On the membrane of life,

where real may come as dream,

blood cells are pressurized

against the wands of closure.

In between molecular inner space,

des integration head starts,

the knowledge of circle comforting.

Appearance left behind

as the swimming garment,

on a sandy beach,

to embark this skinny dip.

Feelings and remembrances

they all dissolve,

on the dive into emptiness.

Here’s where the mirror

holds the image,

between glassy edges,

painted silver.

The roller coaster of matter,

pumped through sieves

of littlest particle maze.

Boiling the depleted oxygen

in all the veins.

The mitigation outright

pleasure source,

as the emergence

is completed.

-

Deine Paulinchen

06–12–2016

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