I have a mind to confuse things,
unite them, bring them to birth,
mix them up, undress them,
until the light of the world
has the oneness of the ocean,
a generous, vast wholeness,
a crepitant fragrance.
-pablo neruda
notations of the stains that form from gently squeezing the bits of all these days (like blackberries)
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