Tattoo Under the Breast

do you feel it?
the hum beneath your ribs
the echo of quantum whispers
writing you into being

you are not the storyteller
you are the story itself
ink bleeding across endless volumes
fragile, fluid, infinite, fairytales

let yourself be read
let yourself dissolve into narratives
for the dream is not in waking
but in surrendering to the meaning

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