maybe your not enough for the introduction of the right information the world isn't the round shape you consider to know as a line is way more curve than the existence which develops in the inside of your head back where your inner thoughts breath
the lights are off but you were who turned em off so slight so slow so perfect at the right moment
and the bulb is where your hands can't reach it, as you can't see the bulb, the hearts that beats
the blood that fluids, it marches again, going hypnotically through the cables of the night the stars bright themselves in constellations that you can't see because they are not on that sky, what? you may ask me to tell, but the answer is behind your own back
your own knowledge is a doubt that you see through a glass which water has gone out to the sink where all your heads have turned down
you can't see. you can't breath. you have avoided, blocked, blacked, killed all....
Yet the alive force survives, to show you, that the ones you have hurt, are the ones who understand, who shine, and who live in the reality of the not sense as nothing has a sense to be, chaos.
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