I'm not composed enough to write an entry or reply to comments.

[trascendenza]

Thus, have a poem instead:

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daylight wanes:
the night creeps up my shins
and settles into the
crook of my spine,
fallow,
inky,
wet.

morning dawns:
the sun shimmers inside my chest
and diffuses its way out
like drunken fireflies,
fevered,
brilliant,
aimless.

midday shines:
the wind flows through veins as
blood and exhales past
my willow-whispered lips,
twining,
weightless,
free.