by martin nakell
as oceans are mountains are skies are winds are rivers of languages gush forth are pressures are
release are lost are opened are eons to now’s are timeless are sourceless are inevitable are what we
have been waiting for are turbulence are crazy speed are poems are yourself are yourself are
immersed are immersing are a bath are a bathing are the blast of suddenbreath on the shores of
vibrated glass of the shofar of aftersilence
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