Raw Self

It is a contradiction, an innocent awareness, or childlike yearning, in the eyes, wide, and then how to move, sudden, an anticipation of that specific want.

Only half-knowing what that is, clamoring, naked and lost, only a hint of the half-gaped mouth, in that desperately reach of raw self, a true and spiraling cosmic event.

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