glimpsing beneath the veil again,
the place of debris where the underneath
lives separate from beyond the veil
which thins, which lifts,
which reminds us of home.

where below there exists only particles of dust
and a place where the veil, once removed,
knows no face to gaze upon.

discarded, discarnate.

i run my finger along the forgotten space and sneeze.

it leaves a trace, we just don’t know where to look.

– alex in outer space

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