a poem is temporary brief images imagined spaces is temporary the limit of the imagined spaces we use? the limit of the human we use is its nature human: a temple of words is its nature a space for worship a temple of words is longing for a space for worship - to feel missed is longing for mortality to feel missed? is poetry mortality in a vise? is poetry the end of us? in a vise one can find the end of us- this is one can find form here this is a poem
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Makes me want some tempura shrimp lol. Very nice