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1.
When symmetry itself loses its axis,
Nothing is.
Gracefully, punk-like, self-dismissively and self-referentially
Nothing is.
2.
Feel your nostrils concave.
Inhale.
Endlessly.
3.
Consciousness meets Matter
Through Un-classifieds.
4.
In breath
We bond to what is.
In breath
We un-bond from what is not.
5.
In freedom,
We mock freedom.
In bondage,
We mock bondage.
Neither free nor un-free,
We mock mocking.
6.
I once visited a mind that
I myself abandoned.
I never left.
7.
Pull my teeth.
I’ll tell you why anyway.

copyright, pavel somov, is/isn't

2009