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2015, being, emptiness, identity, letting go, space, speechless
like a single tumbler
fallen down the middle
of the thoracic cage
I was never locked
as I had felt secure
it feels I am undone
and I cannot reach
deep enough down
in my throat to speak
maybe I should let
the space expand and
let the other tumblers
fall
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being & letting go wormhole: really old
emptiness wormhole: time proceeds
identity & space wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
