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Jan 2010
the Beginning
is the End
and versa-vice
and the End of the Beginning
is no other
than the Beginning of the End
blank night
engenders full day
dream is reality
can't you see
how everything
is nothing but its reverse
inside out?

within, we exist

tightly bound
by our intellect

somewhere in there
the drive to be
(and its reverse,
to not-to-be)
await our consciousness.

Outside my door
my dog whimpers
in its dreams
chasing whatever
archetypal ball
exists for him

and doesn't,
of course

As for me,
I will now wake up
and go to sleep
Written by
Wil Wynn
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