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Superposition
I write between the day and night, early, when the ether is thin and permeable and laughing spirits play with your thoughts When the ether is thin spontaneous words flow out of a heart of coal onto electronic parchment When the ether is thin I can see the tiny singing miracles, and jinn particles caught… →
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In a Perfect Circle
I thought to myself today, going about my duties of the emergent spring, that the only thing actually negative in my life, were the words in my own head to describe events that were not in front of me Still brown slowly coming to life forest in front of me, its joy radiating on wind… →
William J Mullen 