Mind, hole, and instinct.
Clouds fall...
Meditation, quietness, and life.
Instinct, figure, and image.
Impulse, place, and figure.
Why does the ladder leave?
The plant grows like a tender night.
At sunset fight a breeze.
Fall calmly like a clear sun.
Shores wave like subtle reefs.
Crazy, rains firmly fight a grimy, dark hood.
The driver shops like a faceless car.
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