Mine — The Holographic Floor

Deep mines of far time bury in heat Seeker eyes I-you-see, signs This, alive… Thoughts, lines — so thin ivy fine What does cry Or fall apart inside, never die Just say why… It can-not, is-not I Rain of lies from the side Glowing stares, what lurk where Slowly turning, iridescent — space curving fairs […]

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