sounds coming, breaking walls
of illusive separation,
they make story, i make poem
it's creation of the end
time, remember, give me chance
to perceive through fine distinction
those sounds of separation
making me in void of echo.
feelers, tendrils, trying gently
other sound of alien voice
it's reality in action
I will touch it with my breathe.
Sounds
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