:::poetry
What is happening to me?
We are changing how I see
I feel you molding what's to be
Is this the path I'm looking for? I've lost sight of both my feet.

But where is one supposed to go?
when the hearts so reckless that the soul takes flight and starts to float
All mapping like umbilicals are cut
Any any semblance of my groundedness is raptured from my gut

Rationality, contextuality, morality, sexuality, something something -ality
But what is one to do?
When suddenly the ground seems to dissolve from under you
And all the steps you thought you knew
Have disappeared from sight each time you glance down past your shoes

Maybe this is how I am supposed to feel
Maybe this is how I am supposed to heal
But how is one to know?
When love is so mysteriously powerful it blankets all the paths with snow
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