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Fragment 3...
Posted by Shea on January 19, 2011
my Mind: a kneaded dough
rising, flattened.
kneaded again.
warming itself
in Repetition.
never transforming;
always
becoming;
a
mind
never made up.
Fragment 2...
Posted by Shea on January 19, 2011
What is beauty
but
white, that’s vast
but
night, at last
but
sight, that’s passed
Fragment 1...
Posted by Shea on January 19, 2011
with fear
he treads
into
the night.
and tears
a space
in time
and light.
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Fragment 3
my Mind: a kneaded dough
rising, flattened.
kneaded again.
warming itself
in Repetition.
never transforming;
always
becoming;
a
mind
never made up.
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