Snowmail
we have a snowflake
in the circle of any breath.
This slide of an image to next,
weaving the chains of thousands of circles...
we hold on the link of the next loop
before we even decide
where first circle begins...
Labels: poetry
Poetry, Thoughts, Slices of Lightning.
death of the eternal death.
flight of the core as core of the flight.
Labels: poetry
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