Scattering vibrations
Such indifferent bliss
Step by step gradations
To the forgetfulness kiss
The sprouts in and out
From the earth growing
Tangling threads about
Every creature slowing
Ember on sky's eyelids
Into the slowly nonentity
Primitive sources of ids
Each for the same identity
Leap the wave that wither
Intact the flows of new
Everything to the blither
Gone are thoughts we knew
Each hour charred dying
Meeting in the spinning
Times and moments flying
Lightness textures winning
Where has it all come from?
Circle cements market-place:
Piano fingers playing numb
With an eerie dark string bass
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