The lights of the world continue to shine upon each other, against each other, and in continuous, geometric dance. A soup of colors and light rays, a mélange cornucopia of life.
Containing the energy takes focus, and focus colors my view. Objects attain a rich feeling in my perception, warm in my belly, contained in my solar plexus. The pen in my hand claims its space among the air between my hand and the paper.
My hands are sculptural engineering marvels, solid and nimble, and my head sways with delight, stretches as my neck triggers warm, belightful buzzes along my back. I feel here.
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