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Things are as they are and do not need poetic embroidery. – Niebla (Haven’t been writing much poetry in some time, and this may supply some explanation. Quite apart from the fact that I’m opposed to poetic embroidery in principle.)

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You exist

You exist Your place is where eyes look at you. Where eyes meet you come into being. Held by a call, always the same voice, everyone appears to be calling in one voice. You could fall, but you won’t. Eyes … Continue reading

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Vaguely familiar

Ne ma stria, aún no ma: stitia hu, bahut melancholy, ne ma stria. – Niebla Note A fibonacci in what language? Several? None? The dadaists did this kind of sound stuff; mostly it was meant to sound funny, an effect … Continue reading

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