Poetry
nectar is pouring
syrup
infinity. infinity
is pouring. dripping
right from the source
onto the tongue that
is my heart. melting.
filling every crack
every cavity
with the honey
of your love
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the drum
beats away
at my heart
with every beat
the dust-particles dance
shiver
more dust more dust
cracks are showing
in the concrete foundation
of my mind
finally
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giving your all
without delusional dissolving
craving without needing
touching and pleasing
caring without superimposed meaning
fall makes it all seem so easy
- loving without attachment
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Only to be found
in the space of translation
where others have lost
snippets of their soul
and the sound of sense
lies hidden between
all the anchors of phonetics
my understanding
my understanding of our minds
and the space outside our world
associations of cultures past –
lives lived and stories told and written
history present again in its infinite’s round
time. and time again
whispers of anthropology and custom
forever preserved in the abstract
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