In stagnant silence
we feel our body breathing.
Pores collapse, tiny black holes on our skin.
Suffocating and alive.
Swelling outward,
we fill the void around our body.
Microscopic quasars fill the empty,
a collection of singularities.
Our skin peels back,
chipped paint scabbing
into the bandage of our spirituality.
We breathe
We are silence
We are vibration

– Intuitive Ginger

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