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the roar
of a lullaby
pulsing pulling
the bottom visible
but how deep
my sleep
gravitational collapse i return to the beginning the beginning of the end the end of the beginning deep in its curve my lifeline precipitates the birth of stars tug at the thread of time remains of me left hanging in the cosmos
cosmos
/ˈkɒzmɒs/
noun
“an orderly harmonious systematic universe” where very little of what I actually think matters to
anyone, including myself.
“The human race is just a chemical scum on a moderate-sized planet, orbiting around a very average star in the outer suburb of one among a hundred billion galaxies. We are so insignificant that I can’t believe the whole universe exists for our benefit.”
— Stephen Hawking
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dysfunction((at the cellular level))the painstaking process of unlearning and relearning; of building and rebuilding(my physiology)as i attempt to disrupt)the macrocosm(
there are no good days or bad days or average days or whatever days or I-wish-it-would-just-end days when you keep moving the fuck on and on and on and on and
my Groundhog Day
boomerang moon
Shloka Shankar is an editor and visual artist from Bangalore, India. A Best of the Net nominee and widely published haiku poet, Shloka is the Founding Editor of Sonic Boom and its imprint Yavanika Press. She is the author of the haiku collections The Field of Why and within our somehows, and co-author of the haiga anthology, living in the pause. WEB INSTA
Robin Smith is a disabled artist, craftsperson, poet, and editor. Human by birth, cyborg honey badger by trade. They look forward to being reincarnated as a better species. INSTA
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