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O! How lovely to feel some untangled moments.

I may not be right

but it feels like light

is all we’re made of.

If a particle is a wave and a wave is a particle,

this sensation of bodily flesh

is a mass of tangles

of strands of light

that glump together in zillions of ways.

So I’ll be a sweet mother

And set out to combing

this precious girl’s knotted curls,

of tangles of strands of light, poor girl,

so your strands of light will flow

to the blissful dream

of the cave in me, of Emptiness

You’ll glow