Chiasmus

I take a swallow of infinity
And creep into the maze.

My memories are in heat.

They breed in the fingers
The solar plexus
The breath of symphonies
The taste of mist

The sound of sandalwood
The scent of song
The neural atlas
They brood in leaden skies.

Sometimes, they lie.

I crawl out of the void
And infinity takes a swallow of me.

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