Afraid of Losing Myself

Afraid of losing

myself, of breathing in the noise.

Afraid of

losing myself, of destroying

presumed beauty.

Afraid

of losing myself in the white noise, invisible sound.

Afraid of losing myself,

feeling bliss born from that noise.

Afraid of losing

myself in ethereal pulses

of drowning in the sound

womb safe

far from fear

Afraid to glimpse that ideal state

without rules

constraints

senses

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