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Islands

Sweet palms swaying in play with the naked wind; the fractal of sound.

Walls as Air

Escape the walls; mue The substrate left to bind/ recreate the mind. An apple carefully chewed And transferred Bit by bit; a fiery enigma of pain. Loathe not ourselves Or the temporal fire, For you are I and I am, too; one space in Timeless hours.