Meditating on emptiness

Micro-Sensational, the assonance. I got to the place, and walked in circle, wording words as numbers, counting and limiting statements as breaths. Who was first here?

I Reached the Inner Circles. I could trace spacy and humming speakers around, I could barely bear their stochastic converging routes.

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