Wheel of Time
she speaks the language of glorious
dove mountaintops
she sees spheres and shouts...
proclaims she's seen all
she needed to see
all we are
the center of it all.
geometric syllables
unscientific calculations of the Heart.
gluttunous piggy pilgrims
of the sunset side.
are you equal at their feet?
somewhere,
we sharply share
an ultra fine point
in the middle of the mandala...
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