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deja death
moving in instant
replay
moving in slow
motion
all days the one
day,
again and again
blood in
mouth
blood in the
sink
blood on the
floor
oh my God!
can nothing
save
us
Published 14th Nov 2020
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15th Nov 2020 3:23pm
its a whirring~ whirling ~ dizzying~ revolutionary rotational spins in a;ll bloody reds...unto a point..of a familiar nothingnness.. Or an uncharted nowness..i feel the essence of notjingness~ newness~ nowness in your scribing depths.. death is but inevitable for a birth a change ... this bigger chaos we are in..you elucidate as pithy poetic drops in your amazing minimalist art! title rocks!! a minimalist gem! sharing this for POM BK, beast & thanks:)
15th Nov 2020 3:24pm
