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Your Cool Eyes a.

Closing any on air content, at having gay and drought mind, your easily nice and cool eyes are watching me and inject many glimpse from your deeply stocked recollection.


Your blowing own stroke makes me attached to your all watching and looking over to the ocean and mountainous chain below the brighter skies.


One crow suddenly breaks all injected rays in the skies. But the impulse could never win your pupiles emitting own power. Because it is so composed at drifting in detached air and your windpipe and breast outputting own breathing.


You try to watch everything with vertical eyes. But to some extent, strangely inclined into the ground also your feet stand on. Sloped breast line crosses that your eyes' detached eye noticing own focusing to any your mind's interpreted object.


Your sober but so abstinant mouth talks in no voice but claiming that world thing is not so smart against substantially prepared order or mechanical structure.

That claimable emphasizing strength is so vivid.


You are so sporty. But you are never rude nor coarse.

Rather you are so carefully contacting everything.

You regard all attachable matters so simply as they are. 


Your true hope is not that greedy, but essentially so calmed and composed at your remotely witnessing pupils.



You are the goddess of brighter morning echo's attached silence calling slow siren in your that visualized whole clearly heading vertically straightened errecting appearance.


You are deliciously simply economized intellectual passion holder.



(Irregularly continued)




Feb. 5th.    2023



(To N.R.)