Electromagnetically Torn AsunderA Poem by Onoma
By some Remove privy to self-preservation's
extras...to be, or not to be had...beached, I've been...electromagnetically torn asunder! Odd sounds do, and do come in and out... a crackly chirp singing the foundations of worlds. The melancholia of space stuck to a mind of distance...hoards copious amounts of love-filled forgetfulness. Bye...bye...Buddha, in all your: "suchness"...bye... bye...letting go is the only Way. Konstantinos Mark
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