A vivid visceral spectrum

in the long trauma

we are future beings foretold

some blindly pine for the past

some grasp for control

others labor to reclaim and remake

every moment anew

empty, then heavy and ripe

with loss and love and longing and loss

my eyes scan for safety

I seek recognition

reaching for kindred, beloved

inherited language has hit a schism

my words dissolve into the void

caressed by an internal wind

the tones of my body are amplified

sensations intensified

my body is nature herself

calling my presence

calling me home from dissociation

to all that is

a vivid visceral spectrum

of wretchedness and beauty

of awe and fascination

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