The Absolute is a Departure Gate at an Airport

Dark Matter White Matter the untamed fire eating at the vacuum and i'm waving at you through glass windows being checked for explosives. Mother and Father you split when I was two am i what you left and what you were, what you are? does the corpus collosum contain the answer to your waving? left to right the linear motion of your hand wraps around into a circle, blends into unfamiliaritiy like a simple word you look at for too long and i am unsure whether to wave back or to stand infinitely

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