Inside me
a center
warmly bright and strong
connected
to another place
where matter can't belong
cemented
to nothing
to nothing right nor wrong
but find me there
and you'll find me where
nirvana
storms in colors, hues and song
in the meantime
the very mean time
where flesh and bone
define me
stephanie - if you have the time
if you have the time to find me
then nirvana
can't be far behind
feeding off the flowery scent
sent from the ambrosia of your mind.
Feeding off the flowery scent
of your body
and your mind.
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