still images create... moving pictures


time frozen in... still images that...
moves me towards that peculiar madness...
where she gives birth to a...
creative genius.
in her... belly... dances the...
creative pulsations of a... UnIverse in...
motion... as i...
measure an approach... to her smile...
it chases away negative energies...
scattering them to the four directions...
their flight away from u...
becomes a path towards u...
retracing the steps... in my fall from grace...
i stumbled upon your picture...
now the... UnIverse has a face...
and i...
begin a search for... clues...
to open the gates to your... heaven.

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