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Apr 2017
A divided composition of incense ash

someone is cutting the grass outside

I can hear the hum, as the hum can
experience its own vibrations, as the
vibrations are experienced by the Earth

grass is severed like a mother's sleep

I'll be getting my hair cut today

there are flowers emerging from the trees

new incense stick burns now

my second destructive composition

the first an informal mandala

tossed away in another room
Written by
Connor  23/M/MSH
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