In white spaces set apart by thought
Linear time, like a picture frame
Seeps through at the corners like
Edges on openness
Differential equation
Measure of the change in nothingness
No discrete solution, rather a disparity
Above the line, observer
Whose breath is emptiness
Your vision is the identity property of existence
.. (“Make a little bird-house, in your soul.”).
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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