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Where the wind runs it’s fingers through the fresh grass of spring
Or those moments of solace to which we all cling

Where the waters are warm to touch with cloud capped dunes
And fireflies play under soft crescent moons

Where the mist gathers and turns the world cold and grey
When you think of that night, that story, that day

That’s where you’ll find me if you’d fancy a chat
Just look inside
I’m where you’re at
Were you to ever take me there, to that place you find yourself
In the darkness amongst the rows of pines like terracotta soldiers
Bioluminescent dragonflies floating wistfully through the mist
Ensnaring sapphire streams of fire cold and hungry
Sleepless hours wandering aimlessly throughout
I’d ask only to stay a while longer
If it meant I could know you more
15:50

They cannot know we exist; we do not possess a mind of our own beyond this shared conscience or have the ability to make choices beyond the variables they've anticipated.

16:29

Even if everything lies in the one choice
It's all just a show for them.

16:54
            
You need to go and I need to stop questioning the possibilities.
We are just an infinitesimal chance of being.

16:57       There's someone here I can't talk

17:35
            
There was someone at the door but it wasn't the right person. I know you heard someone talking to "me", but that wasn't really me you heard. And it wasn't the right someone who should've been there, because they've been removed and replaced/(replicated).

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7 December 2021
17:24      If everything was stripped down to the core, where only the essence would remain.
We would've taken out the unnecessaries (others like myself)
The core of all, like the spine of a book; the core of the earth where gravitational force decreases linearly, visible yet intangible , uncorrupted...  

17:53       We are not who we think we are or the people we know ourselves to be; we are but a mere shadow, a shell of our former selves. Like oil spills and chemical waste; pollutants lying in our customized puddle of ignorance, that doesn't make us any more innocent. Doesn't absolve us of our guilt.

18:04       We will be in touch.
7 December 2021
 Mar 2022 multi sumus
Exosphere
in every complex, nonsensical pattern
there is a logic
that is beautiful and sublime
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