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Jan 2015
in the directionless void
oblivious of self
omniscient serenity
one with nothing

a disembodied hand
with a cold grip
turns my head
"this is the center"

mountains *****
canyons collapse
fauna and flora
erupt from nowhere

tension seeps in
as tranquility cracks
under a new pressure:
to search for center
Written by
the unknown possum
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