“I am inside your looking” -- Rumi And I tried again to end the circle. The grey Earth I went wandering over I marvelled over, the future I lived. Your hair, your wild, soft mind. The immediate, complete elegance, the heroes of my inner being, my trembling inner heaven populated by the same anonymous gods.                           * The soulbeating reality turns orange red and black in turns. I am in a hotel holding a glass. Your footsteps burn chaotically. Things dragged from dawn primitive images floating near the water Jesus poured on his unconscious in the wilderness. Your vagina is a problem shelved somewhere else.

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