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I orbit myself a cyclical pattern No Beginning No End an elliptical motion Enigma at Center reflections of three.... me at the helm... Space... time, gravity.   A singular pluralism of exponential eternity as infinitesimal minutiae govern the ****** Not by lancing their eyes, but insidiously locking them in darkness, like masses are meant to be. But no... not me... as my gift of perspective has illuminated space ... to spectate the rats scrambling scrambling to win the race.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
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I orbit myself a cyclical pattern No Beginning No End an elliptical motion Enigma at Center reflections of three.... me at the helm... Space... time, gravity.   A singular pluralism of exponential eternity as infinitesimal minutiae govern the ****** Not by lancing their eyes, but insidiously locking them in darkness, like masses are meant to be. But no... not me... as my gift of perspective has illuminated space ... to spectate the rats scrambling scrambling to win the race.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
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