i was born in the spaces

who laugh and rejoice


hearing drums marching
inevitable, unavoidable
my desk is no refuge

bright walls w/o escape

and I surmise

and could care less

prophets mingle again

and seals are broken

i know it is how you know

you couldn't be other

than the future self

encased replaying memory

in the way most real

the presence of sensation

diminished in favor of

angles incoming

data thoughta

these are periods years

when you go away

back and forth

infinitely imperceptibly
without struggle

saints stoic sitting
a stream transparent

a colored key

asia minor

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