Iomindia
IOMINDIA
Neither above
or below this world
She swirls in the microscopic-pointillist
Dream of all Saints
all demons
since the fig leaf
in contemplation
the eyes go static
spirit wends along some light-tunnel
a golden door at its end
“Knock and ye shall enter”
Knock!
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