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Coiled in kites of oblivion, I held onto nothing.
In the core of outer space, the intimacy of us.
I land on the carpet of your travel to me.
Pharaos of gems on the reverse ladder.
Intertwined song of the spine.
Erased anew. My creation of us.
Take your place.
Poem: The Scarab’s orchestra, by Ludovica Mazzucato
Music: Slumbering, Tibetan bowl - Samadhi, Pratityasamutpada, and Samadhi - sound bath, by Mindful Eclipse