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conclusions of the universe
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Transformation of an eye lid to the roof of our being, we search for troubled times in fear of future preperations,
time divides space into fragments, found on a square, these bring vision into the grid,
the planning board of discourse,
through mission and belief, we search for individual rights of passage to find ourselves in the space, only older,
years turn to minutes as do the feelings of age, staged on a signpost somewhere in nevada, remains to be the founding part right here,
in the new world, the center of the universe,
we have gotten to cought up in disclosing ourselves from the point, these are the same points of light in the sky, only in a different grid, there is no beginning or no end, one state of distinguished beings found every where without reason,
or vision.
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Manifestations of sight...
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lingering on todays brow we find discussion in the land of new reason, in someones eles time of fiction and non-sensory items,
a scew card and a bar graph, the palette of lines found underneath a laser being, slash beam,
these visions of what we are and what we truly are steps further and further into nowhere, to be slightly taken over by the rush of instigation.
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Stilts
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on to the everlasting army of rodents,
we walk on two legs, stilts as one might see, to be or not to be, this is our time and playground, music is in the air, read not my name but yours as we push further and further into the matrix, i would say, see it and if you dont oh well, and a one two three let us go go go till we are no more, these are the ways we believe we must, in times of agriculture and space, we are together in the information processing unit today and above and below, look at the girl turn into a boy, and watch as the boy turns into a girl, mystical and magical interventions and outwards through the mirror of a crackiling day time night fall, i love new york and all its magic, good night my children and believe...
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