Belief Is the End of Awareness
belief is the end
of your awareness
inching snails shrivel
mango groves pregnant
awareness is foolish perfect
mystery of trinity worshiped
black or white blood
is red and warm
today is the
beginning of to
morrow and the
end of yesterday
the end
absconding thoughts
i am forty my
mother
confessed
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