All the sweat from running
all the things i kept tangled pilled in my head
came to stop.
breath...
the air fresh
freezing in the midst of all the heads
The mountains are high
and keep you floating
the air is not warm
calm came to enter
i forgot where i kept my death
that is white like the horse
that rides free
white
air
that bubled in the midle
nothing inside
more than what you see here present
the form is all
what i talk now
is nothing before
and the sacred is as deep
as the tiny cup that you left unfinished
all is white
all is you
all is now
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