Beyond the sky, pale blue

Appears green to you

Looks pink to her

The chair I’m sitting on

A series of snakes intertwined with each other

Like the smooth muscles moving in my gut

Aware and alive

Perceptive and insightful

Protective power squeezing tight

Moving on their own accord

The need to know growing more great

Like a hunger

Loving yourself

 Tell others who you are not

That’s what love is

That’s my purpose

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