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Chaos-as-Thought-Bubble
I am the embodiment
of the art of stone, where
consciousness collects
in circles of onyx which project
something sonic:
Mastery
in
reading
the
calligraphy
of
waves.
A rolling crashing, this time
having a scene of peril-parallel
to the jagged edges, this being
clouds of clash/jumping off of
ledges, interjecting
into the ledgers
of
chaos
as
thought bubble.
of the art of stone, where
consciousness collects
in circles of onyx which project
something sonic:
Mastery
in
reading
the
calligraphy
of
waves.
A rolling crashing, this time
having a scene of peril-parallel
to the jagged edges, this being
clouds of clash/jumping off of
ledges, interjecting
into the ledgers
of
chaos
as
thought bubble.
Published 11th Oct 2023
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