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Sep 2018
nameless
for it needs not of labeling
for it is already ceremonial,
my feet touching the earth,
my lungs taking in air

our breathes
are sacred enough

nameless are the trees
and so wondrous they seem
before words could mask their glory
they were whole without their need

for what truly do we know about a tree
about a flower
or the ocean
and the creatures it still harbors
in it's depth

Tree,
Flower,
ocean,

tere
fowelr
oecan

ter
fwl
oac

tr
f­w
oc

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Words are wonderful but they have limitations. This poem centers around that topic.
Words mask the majesty of the world around us.  
I slowly reduce these words into random letter and then into symbols because that's all letters are, symbols. Words are a comfort blanket we throw on the world to make us feel like we know, like we understand.
Guadalupe Salgado Partida
Written by
Guadalupe Salgado Partida  26/Wirye, South Korea
(26/Wirye, South Korea)   
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