Vox inflection when my hand makes A connection with a daddy longleg Who has seven feet underneath his Seat 'stead of a neat, even eight Which begs an ödd question of one Other leg he must have shed, then Tossed & lost 'fore paths crossed
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364 – vox vibrations & carpentry
I can hold every Time in Infinity yet no longer enough of Eternity for all claims found in absurdity far beyond mortality & causality that deny a sky twilight eyes see or drink stone oceanic salinity; Twisted twilight tangles - tricky abstract knots with Infinity keys like violet voices of golden trees speaking meaning in … Continue reading 364 – vox vibrations & carpentry

