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For how do I think? An orphan found on a blood red water trail A whale in sand gasping for air Please hush We’re “creating” Websters lost cousin left stranded to fend for itself amongst a clutter of transparency Sprinkled seed sprout behoof yourself upon skin graphs Fresh off the nebula assembly line pin drops of nods, smiles and laughs My oh my I think we’ve struck equilibrium I ponder that we’ve finally reached an elaborate accident Shadows lose what little light they have left when the form moved into its liquid home for now Occupy oblivion suck in air live your life like you were just off the assembly line suck in air emancipate spinal connection