Within melted, waxed over walls, down deep in the darkest abyss she sits quiet, empty. Minded only toward outer beauty, focused upward toward escape, toward return.
Within the abyss life slows, quickened moment-to-moment flies endlessly by; forever focused outward, never noticing the waxing, waning, wanting walls caving slowly on this empty mind. And if the moment slows directed she never stops to notice difference—details situation changes but she never falters, never phases.
Lost in the abyss one wonders whether she knows her situation, location deepening within her focus as energy ebbs and flows, pulsating outward. Pulsating avalanche wax torrent covers her eyes, sealed unnoticed focused outward, forever outward to the sunshine…trees and leaves untouched with hands burning, unfelt in waxing lava now covering her, filling consuming and
nothing
ever
phases
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