Of the hand in the heart of the mind



After the longest time,

things got clear. Then we saw

something burning in the walls.

Everything got very clear, and we

our eyes fell through them.

Nothing could make amends.

When you give your heart to nothing

nothing comes back

in mortal patterns painted on a wall. Do you hear me?


Immeasurably do I love you all.







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