NaPoWriMo

Day 1: Map

Metaphorical wholeness is

Not spied by the finite eye.

The patchwork brims with detail, dimension and endless combinations…

Freeing my suffering spirit from monotony.

My eyes devour as my heart orders more.

Its satisfaction is fleeting.

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