The barren landscape of seemingly rotting nose
Giving life to the mud and the movers
Primeval movements that, unknowingly, give us glimpses
To the subtle horizon of God
The wind empties and oxygen floods
Oceans Move and tempest rages
Gives life and takes-
material and life with the pressure of the air
Moving towards it feet are taken
Legs cut by organic razor
Nostrils burn from it’s inaccessible beauty
There, the microcosm and God moves alone
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