Dismantled Thing 5: Glimmers of Morning
dew drop quiver
till the light of day
warms the air
born again again
imagination experiments of a stardust yogini
dew drop quiver
till the light of day
warms the air
born again again
Easing in the unease. Making something.
Read MoreThere’s a woman in town. She plays the gong. I don’t know her name. I was trying to draw myself, and she appeared. Maybe she is me.
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