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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Everything

A meeting on new instant noodles

Sky high conference room

Windows glass open on the sky

For a gaze that lingers towards towers

All around and popping out

Appearing suddenly out of a grey grey mist

As if painted in negative on parchment

Centuries, centuries ago

 

For nothing is new

These new noodles, new towers, new sights

All enveloped, all wrapped in the great all

 

Talk in the conference room continues

The mist rolls in, covering everything

posted by ferret at 5:41 pm  

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