sensation

I remember

the hungry birth I never had

and while I’m rolling like a pebble

down on a mountain I’ve never seen

I sense the abyss that does not exist

full of sand

frenetic inside a wave

following a cyclic course

with bubbles bursting

in a memory of circles.

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