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i don’t think that was kombucha #2

Jack Son / 12

The shape of water

geometric automation of fluid

vested upon all but itself

unveils workings of gaia beneath

and reflects essence unseen

Geometric fabric of tao

threads fates of predetermined

births vivid allegories unforetold

Geometric savant

adherent to nature's own will

ingenuine slave to its vessel

Geometric radiance

crests of crests

trough of trough

embodied dao of dao

faith of now


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