Symbioverse

And I’m thinking about, have you ever moved through a place where the being-in-the-body realm collapses in upon itself and the ears of your chest are forcefully opened? A thin place. The grass rushes up to meet you and as you hit the ground, the only physical sensation is a deepening quiet. Numb to any cold. Apart from any sickness. Void of any ability to stand, or make a noise. A great heat of the mind, the starkness of a muddy mouth. The ground speaks, we have seen we have seen we have seen we have seen. You.

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