the voice resounds, over and over and over again
pen and page resemble reality
what is true? what is now?
what is the final moment.
fleeting, diversifying and everywhere and nowhere
all at once
observing circulation and activity
i can disappear into music whenever i want.
what if i am not i?
and you are not you?
we are all figments of our own imaginations.
why can't we be present in our dreams?
the answer is yes. now.
grasping to the senseless as all that is logical.
thank you for visiting me, however briefly.
will it ever be long enough?
it seems like forever.
as the leaf falls and does a twirling dance on the gentle winds.
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