ekkis
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poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Candles
Candles And the quietening scent of incense. Wooden floors Mother Nature to kiss. We lie still on our backs, and breathe eyes closed. Knees gather up to chest Warm, comfortable, safe Foetal Thus we start at the end. [5/27/00]
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