thin
sharp
vibrated words' skin
hovering
upon misunderstandingmess of neo-universal truth
chaotic time 's unique space
nobody knows but knowing only is knowing beyond knowledge regime of radical artfice of iced mountains
feathers of wing
nature of nature
as usual
life is a blank wisdom of emptying empriness with no-ego acts
dawning asemic ethics to full-circled morals of goodvwill graden of new universal beings
for the world we all live in living truth open
the doors.
(poetic time: poemmin56729410987AD)
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