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Monday, July 29
texture
I like your texture, your
gentle dimensionality,
ridges pressing up
against the void of air.
It is the way of truth
& holiness: the bones
of our world, to violate
the empty peace of
Nothing with solidity, with
brutal textured Existence
itself.
July 2019
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