“2”
From the caves of mars into a straight line of opposite polarities. Emptiness turned into
delicate breaths. The sun is still imploding. No wind blows while we put ourselves to sleep.
We spit on pearls to make space for the echos. They surround us. The spheres, they dream
for us. Grass surrounds us, grows over our faces. A black sky over a great desert.
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