make a wish

the broken strand
which dangles from the heavens
binds the cords
set to the spirit
that connects you
to the function of the flesh.

and the release is something greater
than has ever been spoken.

melting away slowly
from this into the next
and so on
until
you're back in the place
that you initially began.

never ending.

constantly refreshing the essence
of you, completely

forever.

some see it with every exhale
and their music is magic,
bound to the core of what
you're experiencing right now.

others live between the divide.
they've caught a glimpse and
keep on blinking through the mist,
building an understanding of what really
is.

what they see is beyond you,
but, at the same time,
it is very much a part of who you are.

under the sadness,
past the truest joy,
somewhere between
then and now
and again
is the form you're looking for.

clarity,
pure and content.

you live there too
if you happen to blink away
the illusion.

this idea that there are a certain set
of principles which
keep you anchored here,
hoping
is nothing more than the
illusion, itself,
trying to keep you in place.

make a wish
and let the pain wash away.
you can feel it deeper
than anything you've ever felt before.
it's set deeper than the marrow of your bones,
wishing that you would wish it to be too.