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pieces of shiny words
radiate
frosty blurs
slyly approaching
subglacial sparks
slowly adjusting
to subliminal things
simply beyond
whatever azure languages
listen to
in the radical
heft of an
inner breeze
where maybe
nothing points
to nothing
but an aspect
of the aptness
of
itself.
pieces of shiny words
radiate
frosty blurs
slyly approaching
subglacial sparks
slowly starting to adjust
to subliminial things
simply beyond
whatever azure language
listens to
in the radical
heft of an
inner breeze
where maybe
nothing points
to nothing
but an aspect
of the aptness
of
itself.