You helped me remember from a life before my own.

Before my current flesh.

To an infinite past, i see, through to the mirror and beyond my reflection.

It is so warm,

so delicate,

so wonderfully indescribable,

to think without feel,

to feel without thinking,

to be beyond the body,

and rise to a state without words.

The null’s dance.

The magic of wordless poems;

sharing the bliss of paint,

beyond any structuring.

(Written on 8/18/2025, Read on 2/11/2026)