9 january 2020
Without Destination
You come to me like
a fall.
All the colors have arrived.
The being, an entity―
multiplies. For now,
in past, in future.
A will not move away very far
from the dots.
A tangent will lead you to me.
9 january 2020
You come to me like
a fall.
All the colors have arrived.
The being, an entity―
multiplies. For now,
in past, in future.
A will not move away very far
from the dots.
A tangent will lead you to me.
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