ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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bliss echoessence of emptiness upturned like a mug of water on my body tonite pleasances meet at home where the wholeness is found at last i am a corpse feeding the little worm of thought i am the greatest feast of feasts i am the eternal unknown unravelling an inch every day into the mind's open waiting mouth a limitless force moving with immeasurable grace ![]() Poison Bomb 2012 |
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