without
It's as if I'm not even here,
turned sideways to perception.
The sun falls on the floor.
The dog sits under the tree.
I hold nothing
not light
nor time
nor sorrow
It's as if I'm not even here,
turned sideways to perception.
The sun falls on the floor.
The dog sits under the tree.
I hold nothing
not light
nor time
nor sorrow
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