the in-betweens...
the just afters....
rich
with
other than echoes.......
newborn/ancient..
viviparous
shapes
claiming
no territory
no category
no genus
..... jagged with a fluid softness........
hoofbeats/wingbeats.....neither approaching nor receding....
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
now this system is messing with my ellipses.......is nothing sacred.....not even qualifying as profeign...! !