Perhaps, it's the linking of opposites: inward & outward. Like the mechanics of the mouth. Food goes inward and the tastes "explode" outward. Similiar, the taste of good wine, the taste of a balanced/imbalanced line of poetry.
no one is letting go of the protons, the news reports. I am underneath a large tree, lounging away the hours. many hemispheres intersect, as a creeping logistical implement. Sounds of the neighborhood, construction, laughter, tinklings of ice, bamboo in the breeze, a door closing. Think I'll walk up the hill.
no one is letting go of the protons, the news reports. I am underneath a large tree, lounging away the hours. many hemispheres intersect, as a creeping logistical implement. Sounds of the neighborhood, construction, laughter, tinklings of ice, bamboo in the breeze, a door closing. Think I'll walk up the hill.
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