as if blind i walk in straight lines,
and then back again just to see how its changed.
but it is of no consequence changed or not.
the tight periphery is secured... a veil of separation. keeping the world at bay, in case something is let out to play, discovered to be a fraud.
primary fear a wasted life. or a lack of vision.
its free. you can choose float, sail, fly and then sink and fall and fail, bold as brass.
shout it out... the world will use you, and you can use the world.
wipe away the sweat or wear it as armour, it is time.
dream or nightmare...
hard to distinguish which is which.
it's a matter of taste.
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