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reality,
One point and another,
The confusion of transcendence, accelerating forwards, backwards, and

nowhere simultaneously in a think tank syndicate with time,
But the heat is constantly escaping,
A vortex, vacuuming the remaining light source,
And it was dark inside the vessel, I'm frantically banging, kicking, howl

ing, making more noise than reason more noise than light,
more noise than answers,
Surrender yourself,
Allow your senses to fall from you and
Give in to the amnesiac dream
We're not dying.
Balance on the border,
Between turbulence and order,
Traversing through wormholes,
Like the umbilical cord attaching a fetus to the host
The thing that will rip your skin from your bones if you get too close,
Deconstructing light, soft and yellow like sour milk,
Radiating from a supernova of energy, a glowering birthday candle in
the sky,
An anniversary marking the emergence from the tunnel into daylight,
Constantly awakening from the perceived animal hibernation,
Cracking the sunshine smile of a wicked wild child.
Flickering that omniscient grin as I explore the inner space of my shell as
a shadow,
And I'll watch the sun die from a million light years away in an amne
siac dream,
A reflection of myselfI don't quite remember,
In the peristaltic subway roaring down the train tracks of the intestines,
I approach a door to the rooms inside my skull, pounding on opportu
nity,
Moving towards the everlasting mirage of progress,
Second guessing ourselves, and forcing irrational events to make sense,
searching for non-existent patterns,
I'm on planet intravenous,
A vessel weaving through a network of veins,
Where will this subterranean teal highway take me?
And in one of many bodies I vroom past unnamed back roads,

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