my shell upon its same smooth skin
my appendage a closing claw
warmth like mine our hands forced entwined
then pulsing, waves diminishing
for the first time my mind was one
alone, not lonely intent but
murderous physicality
my mind was one thought only
deeds that could not be dreamed undone
claws sharper than psychic judgment
i cannot forget those colors
etched in explosions optical
though in Reverie there's no proof
can there be an outside of me?
am i kora green when waking?
standing, walking? how can i be?
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