What this is tis
It glistens, dance sing on the sir Face and carried bye the flowe, butt bounded bye the shade.
It extinguishes slow lie, remains press and, all ways in a diff rend form.
Reflected bye the sir Face, vayebrate thing at the ritm, collides a genst the wall.
Moofs subtly true space, until it faints no more power, contin’ you further on.
A drift, driven bye the surge in the lick with mass.
Unfurled bye the for S, restrained bye limitation of dist and S.
Its guided bye the movement, strike king bye contrast and refl-action.
- Jordi Coppers
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