Through the first wall
The delicate inner space
Between membrane
And cellular, suspended movements
Gaps as wide and small as a water droplet
To the centre
Where there is no middle point
This is all that is
This replication in each cell
The core is connection
The point of no centre is
A reflection of each replication
The creation and love is yours
Each story is you
In incomplete totality
The love of mystery
And the disappearing mystery
Of ungraspable love.
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White Soul Anthology 