I mix my mind like soup
with the melting ladle I circle the circle
repeating the everyday mantra of storm
You can't taste it
you can't touch it
it's only allowed to swallow me
9/8/2019
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Note!
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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- ⛶ Book 1: Henkäys (71)
- ⛶ haiku (14)
- ⛶ i-poetry series (6)
- ⛶ naked thought (2)

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