634 – Echoes
You are not what you think you are.
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You are not what you think you are.
Joy, pain.
Life, death.
The man was nothing but a blur among the shadows of the garden.
Delicate wings
Of silk kimonos,
Flutter
In the autumn breeze.
Small time capsule,
Held between my fingers.
Silent rhythmic mantra
In the morning light.
A cup of fragrant tea on a cold winter night.
The algorithm yawns…
White clouds,
White mountains,
White bones.
It doesn’t work like that.