Walking that grey, winding hallway,
I was following unseen,
Only felt
Threads blindly.
I trusted to the pattern
All around me.
I asked a question;
It had no body,
But its form dissolved,
Was taken up into my surrounding
and condensed into you;
an open door in answer
I was following unseen,
Only felt
Threads blindly.
I trusted to the pattern
All around me.
I asked a question;
It had no body,
But its form dissolved,
Was taken up into my surrounding
and condensed into you;
an open door in answer
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