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We are all so stuck behind the veil of our own consciousness, do we ever really stop to feel other people's bliss? The doctrines of their marching orders, In the halls their sons and daughters, A hold on the flags in our fields, The way I see you, Like reading the deepest book on the shelf, My hand slips between the cushions as I recite silk around my shoulders, And no fear of growing older, A life now lived much bolder, I’ve been thinking about my life, From beginning to end, Trapped behind my eyes, Unknown to all my friends. Could this shell know, Are all around the manifest of my thoughts, Do people grow? Or are they often caught, How can I know this, But it was written in omens, The tumbling crowds, Rioters we love and fall, The good, the great, Have we lost romance? In our world, not in our hearts, It raises from our doubts with open arms, And beckons to its calling all of ours, The same arms we used to build this house, The same arms that nurtured all of ours. That we are angels on the beach in a sultry summer. ~ Laurence Fuller, 2024 Cinematic poetry by Laurence Fuller and Tania Rivilis Minted for Victoria West's curation at "Subjective Art Festival" at Lume Studios. Original poetry, performance, sound, AI cinematics by @laurencefuller Based on the portraits by Tania Rivilis @tania_rivilis laurencefuller.art