Your world is just the groaning
of thousands of flags
in the wind of pairs and non-pairs within yourself.
But in you is the peace, the silence,
the windlessness of the sequences
of someone who allowed the nobody within him to live.
Your world is just the groaning
of thousands of flags
in the wind of pairs and non-pairs within yourself.
But in you is the peace, the silence,
the windlessness of the sequences
of someone who allowed the nobody within him to live.