endlessforms

dreamworld photographer

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and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes

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in reply to @endlessforms's post:

the hubris, to think that she could ever capture something as brilliant and divine as that holy chaos

to reproduce every dimension of the true name of the Course

to pluck from those rivers and flashes of light and swirls

even an ounce of truthful representatia

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