Wednesday, October 9, 2024

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what could be happening here

at this confusion of voices and souls in dialogue with the unseen,

the unknown rhythms of life pulsating in the blink of lights


where image and language coalesce?




what is this gathering, 


this communion of poets and mystics, 


where corporeal frequencies of dreamt realities, 


evoke the melancholy and absurd? 





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