Alex Styles Poems

Itchy toe,
foot feeling sock,
foot feeling floor through layers to rock,
so many feelings are coming and going,
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How could language ever arise
if at first there was nothing but the seeing from eyes
upon any thousands of objects
below
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One is unique: One can multiply itself and divide itself by itself and still be itself.

One is everywhere: every number is merely one number and under every number, at times forgotten, is unspoken One.
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A body walks combusting air,
maintaining equilibrium.
Changing existence with self-glare,
a body walks combusting air.
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As Sophia lays and Alcolam sits,
with his fingers pinned down
by Sophia’s wrist
and his thumb caressing her skin,
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