The wanderer traverses
Vast lands
In search of the jewell—
On the journey
Short glimpses do disturb,
Slightly stirring up
Vast questions—
Beneath the encrusted
Questions, the answers
Were always there,
Shining in the darkness
Of quiet suffocation
And smothering damnation—
The innocence of an animal,
The infinitesimal divisions of time,
The unceasing motion,
And the smiling heart.
MS2020
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| The Essence of Relationship No.1 - 2020 |
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