bottles so empty


as its own cover

as its own meaning

as the truth

and cause as its own feeling

and yet as its own oceans

as the bottom

as the dancing

as the other of the base

and held as its own whisper

as its own answer

and hope as the leaping

as its own truth

and comfort

as its own sweep

and enter as the keeping

as before its own blank

as truth

About mistermaxxx08

i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
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