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Hands rest  In pockets, Fingers pinch An inseam – let go  And secure  Flesh for fabric. (where has the time gone?) Faith in  Corporeal  Structures, categorizes  Conscious content  To relay another happenstance And create the moment, Despite what it’s not.  Foregoing another minute, Quiet breaks… Piano melodies inhabit vibrations, Teasing the eyes to distinguish truth Continue reading “Φ”