Oneness

Sandpaper on my soul; stop trying to shape me.

I am free form.

Barely tangible.

I am like incense smoke hanging in the air.

You can manipulate me for a time, turn

me about at will, but eventually, I evaporate.

I melt into All things.

– Astral Moonbeam

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