The light; so painful, so bright,
I breathe, deep, hard, sharp.
The glass orb sits, restless
Thoughts swirl mixed in a colourless haze of quintessential hurt
Flashes to and fro the conscious mind.
Raw receivers reap;
The bubble swells.
Red branch hands
Hushing rushing pushing –
a snail so quick
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