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Vortex into Text
I don’t know if I expect
To any longer
Find
Anything other than
Dynamic
In the guises that comprise
All that caresses
My eyes
In suede blues
Issued
In blue reveries
Reverently
Articulated in dispersions of conversions
In symbols shaped
Like darkness
Into light where philological shells
Of shadows emerge
In an urge
To turn
The world into words
Burn the vortex
Into text
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