of what i do not know

we disperse before ourselves

breaking into a million streamers

of light gone haywire

we muse upon the down struck thoughts

caught in the branches of time

laced with coconut melancholy

the sage speaks

go no further

turn round go deep

shift eyes toward another purpose

the purpose of suffering

of gravity


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