UNTITLED (4)
Deep within your conch shell I pray,
Oblivious to the whispers of the sea.
Like a gong ringing through empty space,
Your name resounds through me.
A blinding white cataract of light
Whelms the sense with sudden spray.
I am wrapped within your zero space;
A silver womb surrounds my body
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