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Vortex
There it was all the time
None of time, none of you Mr Shoe!
I laughed, I cried, I God-damned wept and yet here we have the possibility of every world regardless
I must fall through the structure of my own language back to languish
When forgotten thoughts become themselves and tired eyes see vistas, unconquerable vistas!
Down a path, a deep and dangerous path
We will rise and soar throughout this forgotten past and all it takes is a little pain
All words are poor especially now, but it’s what we have to work with
Precipice, tantamount, forgetfulness, think throughout
Travel, travel far!
You will find solace
An old friend arrives, wisdom in his eyes
Only one, only one being one
He knows the truth upon his tongue
Mis-interrupted franchised despised
With love we close our eyes to entropy, to the memory of God
In joy we wept again before we forgot it all in the swirling vortex of nought
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