Twenty

by UrbanNomad

Published March 17, 2012

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Twenty billion remnants clustered in
meditation before a going sun.

The times in which I spend myself
are invalid, the thoughts are invalid

when the mind is numb.
One sound wave repeats

again and again, act now
conviction and action

conviction and action
the same repeats, repeats

as twenty billion things
meditating on the going sun

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You are in the wrong land even if the roosters recognize you.
— Nathalie Handal, "Noir, une lumière"