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

I don’t remember who I was now so much happened, I lost track but I know that what began did not survive the original seed gave way to what was meant to be a stalk, and branches, and flowers, and fruit a fruit strange and alien I do not recogise as me — she has dimples and she smiles all the time the seductive unveiling of teeth that promises and teases, and sparkles… a refulgence known only in her eyes I am reminded that what has passed is gone for good — good because the moment continues to be enrapturing captivated in her smile [24-X-2020]
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