On the crown of the passional relation I live,dead to oneness,non-entity and unalone,untouched by the pulls of the solitudes,at rest above the deep green central flowing falling away on either hand to the special margins,the red solitude and the violet solitude,the red oneness and the violent oneness;at the summit of the bow, indifferent to the fake integrities,the silence between my eyes,the body between the wings.
— Jun 07, 2026 07:45AM
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