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12.

remembering the times,

when sacred geometry

was cuddling with cookies and biscuits

and their flavor was the only

currency they had.

a world that was before

anyone can remember,

written deep within

in the very fabric

of our existence

is lingering as a ripple,

in my emotions.

this afternoon,

I tried to eat

curiously, a yellow triangle,

wondering if it will be sweet enough

to make me understand again

this mundane

world of form.