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Gaussian of the Empty
Here I stand
Awake in this sleeping land
Watching the empty
As they pass by
Oblivious
To the beaver's look
To the sound of the tree in the wind
To the bee gathering pollen in the sun
For they are no longer normal
The Gaussian of the empty is our reality
Awake in this sleeping land
Watching the empty
As they pass by
Oblivious
To the beaver's look
To the sound of the tree in the wind
To the bee gathering pollen in the sun
For they are no longer normal
The Gaussian of the empty is our reality
Published 23rd Feb 2017
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