DUALITY
In the double house where nothing is;
in the double house where everything is.
Walls asunder, beckoning back and
all things moving, in a roundness, return
to their start. The cupboard, though bare,
is seemingly rich - loaded as it is with
imaginative things and imagined richness.
In the double house where nothing is;
in the double house where everything is.
Walls asunder, beckoning back and
all things moving, in a roundness, return
to their start. The cupboard, though bare,
is seemingly rich - loaded as it is with
imaginative things and imagined richness.
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