endless i am...
existing beyond forms,
hidden,
indirect,
tangible only selectively...
proximity isn't what you would expect of me
for i'm beyond the reach of those who have their feet rooted to the lithos.
i don't always live high up..
for i also have a home in the mantle beneath.
fluid...
cold that cuts through the skin...
insulated,
detached,
but sensitive to the flutter of a fish's fin.
my half is true,
for the remaining is just a replica...
incomprehensible
to those who made an effort
to decipher.
cypher i am..
.
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