In this book of poetry... An astronaut floats in the cosmos, forever spinning in circles. Forever across eternity, poetry in the bones burning hot and white, breathing it in and out till everything is ashes and reborn through the white flashes of new universes. Forever chanting "Time is an illusion, and there's magic in the loom that spins unseen". A child runs home at dusk and asks a dervish about their mother. At...
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