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Jan 2020
In medias res:
In between
non-present times
which are unseen.

In consciousness,
the past's dense
the future's vacuous-
intents.

It's matter out the airlock toward
balance moves the clock forward.
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Aime
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     multi sumus, shamamama and Colm
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