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William Morris Jan 2021
sometimes
it is as if i can
see
everything
with an onion eye

sometimes, it goes on its own escapades
dragging my focus like a portalic renegade

it knows no bounds, my fear wishes it did
    from diving into my own flesh to witness my own mortality
         to dizzy from the spin of our Swimming Normality
            and Drowning me in infinity

You are a looking glass like no other,
   A Glimpse with a Glance as Consequence,
      
       I see.
    Everything.    
In Between.        
    Nothing.
       ees I.


    

Sincerely,

From: Limited Consciousness
To: Thought-Factory or Mind

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