sport shoes for morning walk
leaves broken on the walk of dawning light
alphabetical shaping rubber rings
on life-dream ccontinuation of ordinary people on zone of surviiving vibrations
stained blues on white nights
sounds of opening and awakening colonised doors of poems are alively running deep into post-colonial-postconceptual -posthuman. choreography of reality-free wings of the new auto-truth being of trancendal neo-silence.
empty breaths on nostrils.
mind in society of language again.
bridges.
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