The four winds begin
and meet in the nebula's
sacred space moment
Unquenched offerings
set sail on rudderless ships'
eternal return
Nothing lies hidden
in ceaseless activity
but nothing appears
Ripe fruit to the taste
snuggles under the covers
with yesterday's seed
Slithering pictures
gurgle newborn contentment
on ancient cave walls
Black rolling caisson
through the muddy streets of tears
reveals the infant
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