Nothing
Who is behind who
No one knows who knows,
Time folds flat upon the face of self
Intrinsic q]quintessence invisible inversion
Resumes
In secret files
Cross reference etiolate
Light tendrils uproot ipso de facto obverse
Impenetrable, impervious Motion dissolves
Emptying an endless what
Do I know
Nothing.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-07-30 at 17:49
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