Everything, Fiction

Yellow and red | V Marin

and yellow and red. The spectacle is yellow, the evening is red. Red cumulus spread about the tent. Ceiling is the unknown. Round is infinite. Flag is subtle. 1 never returns. They arise within. Center is blindness, girth A circumference. They dangle the tent’s top with dusty wavelets of laughs. Swirling up, twirling, self- hypnotizing, […]

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