So beautifully composed, images that slowly come with noises and almost form a mystical formula to be repeated like a mantra. I like to recite it aloud, it sounds so wonderful and amuses by its poetical winks- pulpit/pulp, wrinkle/inked, wrinkled/rustled, wood/woolly. All atmosphere.

This is not a critique or attempt at analysis. It is the expression of admiration, Efe Nakpodia.

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

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