7.5.2017 There is more and more
I tell no one.
Universe born whole,
every movement,
in my soul,
as a bowl,
a womb,
a tomb,
a hot air balloon,
what is
or can be,
eleven dimensions of possibility,
while all I do is exist.
It's absurd!
I'm no longer able to reduce it to words.
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