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of people and places (final cut)I (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
I was studying the pattern of
a tile mosaic once.
I couldn't tell you
how many colors there were.
Or shades of colors.
Or how many there were.
Each tile
a little frame occupying
it's own space.
No competition or noise.
Just being part
of the whole.
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