without the fragment

The range
already a sound
that becomes from touch
a savory dream

by a word
wholeness
light originates
something sprouting
of totality

meaning
non-mentioning
free music
in the hair
by your laugh

by formula
of language
leaning on
image

birth
is an invention
of essence

the impulse
innate of
sea of perception

nihilistic poetry

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