Where did your meaning go?
resting as it does in
the neverending sanctuary
of the sweet insatiatable
clicking fire of the moment.
Rotate your bliss thru
the chimney of your soul.
Set apart the devastating thunder.
Let it aim meticulous
washing every folicle,
a walking, ever changing call.
Swaying golden wind
The turning of chi...
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An experiment with words.
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Chi doesn't turn, it flows!
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