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Wheels inside of Wheels/Wheels outside of Wheels
Sensorium begins
to believe,
window well drenched:
Heavy, viscous
ink
drapes, sails of
window sills, caught in a storm, formed
in outermost
seasons
of
innermost reasons. To be rotational with the sun, moon &
stars,
to be encoded
into
the sound
of
leaves, cleanse the stones of my eyes, I implore thee, the
pain, sometimes, the beauty…
The beauty
is
always
there.
Published 19th Feb 2023
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