Short Stream of an Amatuer Yogi

Silent witness, bare fruit, no fortune, old words wasted again. Always wasted, both literal and  figurative. Timeless time and other repeated sceneries. Loop upon loop. Repetition mass trivial repetition in cylcles, Acting as no repetition at all. What is repeated, is reworded. And the logic of rhetoric is extorted. No weakness, only the shortcomings ofContinue reading “Short Stream of an Amatuer Yogi”