i am floating
perhaps sinking
three is to nine.

pure is to perfection
sleep is to travel
lock is to hidden

unhinged.

nightly voyage
when all is dark
and the veil transparent,
illuminated that which is willed.

only eye
i saw
and severed
as connected

reparation.

separate is detachment
warmness feels
and submerges
that calming rush.

swallow all that is anxiolytic.

as always
a circle hasn't any ending

opening is beginning.