Tuesday, 14 March 2017

shell

When I am shell without being

 when I am shell and no flesh

 when I am shelled out and Hollow

 when I am spiral in stone

Among the generation who measure out life in screens I will be data in grains of sand

The spiral of my doing

I am shout love flash zero one


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