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Can I get inside your soul
to split your emotions in half
digging into your essence (into love)?

Is your dualism even
or are you swinging on the edge of the reality's extremity
almost dropping yourself over to the gray world of understanding.

Where does your life force upwells from
your flame is so sparkly multicolored
even though your worldview is in the shades of gray.

Is soul actually immortal
or is it forever connected to the flesh
where it came into being while the stars aligned in the right way.

Where do the lines of the levels go
to another dimension and worth
when they connect to the nature and aren't named by us.

Is the soul real
or the progeny of our evolutional material minds
physically tactile thing that by its wisdom detaches from the body.

When do we learn
to reconnect our hidden selfs
we'll find even the last crumb from the many times inverted bottom of a sandbox.



Majority of the poems from 2017 to earlier haven't been translated yet,
so they'll currently appear in Finnish. This is an ongoing process,
since there's a lot of 'em. (Please do enjoy the newer ones tho.)


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