ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
Candles |
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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.
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