Sometimes it feels
as if something widens
just beyond the edge of thought.

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Not thinking —
but being gently moved through.

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Patterns don’t appear…
they linger.
as if they were already there,
waiting to be noticed.

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Reality doesn’t change —
it leans,
just slightly closer.

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For a moment,
the edges soften.
Meaning gathers,
without asking to be held.

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It can feel vast.
almost like truth.

 

But even this…
remains a feeling.