Erratic and strange
Whirling constant change
At once consistent and
Cannot be predicted

It’s that mystery
That comes calling
Suspenseful unknowing
Not deters, but beckons me

And maybe, this
Unexpected bliss
Beauty, intense
Forms from pink disc

Visceral and deep
Vivid memory
Takes shape, takes hold
Deep within me


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