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When does it become new and when is it not Knot nots the muscle in my mind Memories of the future If s become is turning laughs to s (has) been circumnavigating the out thought box changing all the locks Stand in the dampened night flogged by raindrop tendrils Bristled air rushes by like unreleased rasps of drags from past Darkness tastes of silence and words inside rage against the war where letters seek to find a place as heroes on the desert page and mirages think they have seen my face