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the end
micro poems, modern idiom
god is a symbol the building waved my own death want's needs zen song walking a fine lawn a modern condition welcome to my town the missing point hole in the ground the sculptor the war new black the future's bright give me my horns
Thinking without wordsfollowing each linerepetitivelycollapsing timelinking without wordsthe endless linesseperatelyso well definedthinking without wordsso the quiet mindcan find its paceand fall behind
then sink without wordsto another timea silent spacebetween the linesthinking without wordswith an open mindto overcomeand leave behindall thinking about wordsso hard to finda freedom fromthose troubled lines