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Creation
As I write, each line reaches for memories
lost, fallen beyond the edge of the world:
kamarupa dwelling in infinity, fading
when my lines do not find them
and my words fail passion and desire.
Eons, lost pasts. Which of them
could dream my frail dream of this
verse? Which, thrown
across the fabric of time, could make
nothing everything?
Wednesday 29th March 2023 3:00 pm
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