This is what we wait
for.
It comes from a look...a telling
sense that speaks of other
worlds.
Our every breath invites this
mystery in.
Yet we may expect no reply.
To seek meaning is to lose the grasp
of our insanity...and we may hold
nothing outside of our selves.
So we descend in layers of
our identities...showing more
in the less of who we are.
There is no bottom behind
the eyes -
There is only the untold depth
of our being.
It only takes a glimpse.
And we know.
This is what we wait for...the look.
It tells us everything.
Love,
Eric
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