Cutting The Edge of Möbius

On the horizon
I see in high contrast
ideal aesthetics
a closer look
a second pass.

Creating concrete from dream
blurring the lines
escaping reality
movement
shutter speed, kaleidoscope.

Dark long spiky hair
climb the summit
close my eyes
release my ego
souring consciousness.

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