mental journeys
Sitting on the tram
try too much attention around.
betray convergences tantric
Sitting on the tram
try too much attention around.
betray convergences tantric
glances
stumbling on the edge of my
microcosm.
stumbling on the edge of my
microcosm.
Meanwhile
the way of my inner
epicycle is already back near the tangent
transposed in my
transumanante friction.
He walks away, yet unknown, from my
embrace of consciousness.
interrupted the rhythmic pattern
down
from my thoughts.
Sin was really cool.
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