That gravitational pull..
that inner plexus...
in the center
the place where I am one ball of energy
is spiraling
I toss and turn around..
round another circle
fly across another ravine
open up another trail
My ceaseless mind
with it's multitude of thoughts
mixing
boiling
particle by particle
I am me
and yet... I am the me that sees beyond
Those drifting sails in the wind
that rock in time with the sea
the ebb and flow of tides
ever changing
yet still.. always something will choose to remain the same
I am me and I am not me
I am more
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