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Trace
I watch the smoke
Rise -
In ringlets, to the skies
Billowing into
Layers
of
Space, there:
In the careless place, over there.
Every place
having
a
Space
Upon the mosaic of the face
Of perceived reality: Gone
Without
A
Trace
Rise -
In ringlets, to the skies
Billowing into
Layers
of
Space, there:
In the careless place, over there.
Every place
having
a
Space
Upon the mosaic of the face
Of perceived reality: Gone
Without
A
Trace
Published 29th Apr 2023
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