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Green Purple Blue Windsea

Just this split-second of
melodic silence,

Just this second spliff of
morning meditation.

The day is free,
as can be,

the vortex spins, and becomes
the humming bird of reason.

Some small zen chore,
the stoic legs that walk their route,
the mind, in pursuit
of itself. The body,
sways with the pendulum of karma.
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Fractal Space Poetry
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