TIME AS DELUSION

TIME AS DELUSION

Everything is later
Even old memories
Now part of everythink
As if not so before

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 12, 2019, in Wee Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. In sync with this one too (referring to previous discussions). πŸ™‚

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