WHEN I REACH THE BLANK PARER I START TO WONDER WHAT EFFORT iS WHAT FLOW IS:
I havent writen on paper for a while
What am I doing? What is going on?
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LINES, NO LINES
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THE EFFORT OF THE SYMBOL
IT IS UNCANNY, POWERFUL
IT BREAKS THROUGH A MIND
CONVERTS THROUGH THE BARRIER,
IT BREAKS THROUGH,
IT MENDS
IT UPENDS, CRIES THE CROW
IT FINDS A PLACE WITHIN
YET IT WAS FROM BEYOND
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OUTSIDE, IT HAD A PLACE
YET THAT IS IT, THERE IS NO BOUNDARY
NO INSIDE OR OUTSIDE
IT IS ONE BUT MANY
THEY ARE ALL WAITING
WAITING FAR ANSWERS
THAT WILL NEVER COME
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IF THERE WERE ANSWERS
THEY ARE YOU AND SURROUNDS
YOU JUST HAVE TO LOOK
TO FEEL TO KNOW
YOU MAKE YOUR REALITY
ONCE YOU END YOUR REALITY IS GONE
YOU MAKE IT WHAT IT IS
YOU MAKE IT
YOU MAKE IT ALL UP
THE PAIN IS YOURS
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YOUR LIFE IS YOURS
YOU YES YOU
SO PRECIOUS YET TRYING TO FIND
SOMETHING THAT YOU ALREADY POSSESS