one and the same with two sides that each have two sides.
I write in-between the pauses and the break neck speeds keep out the lead
or the ink
that defensive substance that keeps us confused because it is found between
the space between…there is something there
in the space between
as before I knew of the hidden nature and how my invasion had pushed boundaries.
yet I now see how it is ground that needed tilling, and I'm Edward Scissor Hands.
wrap this up, because time is leaking faster than it is pouring in…
and its pouring in like never before.
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