Unknow. And know.
Put your babbling where your brook
is.
The mind can deconstruct. Only the
heart can unincorporate.
Sunset. Sunrise.
A sudden southern total solar
eclipse in August.
The dark side of the moon only
appears in a certain light.
Belief befall.
The empire of July and August is
divided by December.
The varieties of rain. The spectrum
of sunlight.
Science is just another new
religion.
Real mythologies know there is no
answer.
Between infinity and nothing is an
open zero.
Listening to one, I get the zero.
Gazing at all, I feel full.
O! And m is the thirteenth letter of
this post-progressive sudden and spontaneous phenomenon.
For every enlightened soul, an
insect bites.
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