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![]() Viewing the world through triangular glasses Is a magical view of self and of masses Infinite circles at each given point An infinite soul when triangles unite
An infinite world, an infinite sound That infinite circle that keeps spinning around No matter which line you walk on, my brother You can't stand on one and not on another Now you're at the point, to go up or go down? Or stay with that circle that keeps going around? Love! JJJ
Originally published in Project X Newsletter #30 More articles about literature
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