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Far Out



I realized
again -
that
I didnít know what day it was.

And

That I donít much care.
Time
is
not mine.

I write everyday.

I once wrote -
1200 words in 5 minutes.
(By hand.)

Whatever that means.

Sometimes/most times
I stir myself up,
crash into myself,
As though
Invading the underworld,
like the I Ching
spoke of,
long ago.

I think
I bend
so far
& not
break.

It is
far
out.
Cipher_O
Written by Cipher_O (Zero_Stillness)
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