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Bear with me,
O mystery of being,
for pulling threads from your veil.

w.s

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Eyes fume, tongues stir,
The heavens surge
into our senses
Like blue mother's milk
a.a.

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words that close,
uselessly holding like water in a net
the surface and the temperature
of the purest wave of life?
p.n

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