is it that we grow to become what we are
are we but by-products, because i,
i miss the unproductivity of producing beauty
clashing into a not-from-this-world,
perplexity, a land of confusion
the warm eruption and soft touch of thought
abstractions, metaphors
landscapes of the Neverending
[...]
longing for your prepositions, predicates
i'm, i, we, you, pronouns entangled in
all that untouchable
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