"I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which," ... James A. Owen I am a trapped absolute in an abstract I am a trapped abstract in an absolute I am not in a trap of inescapable odds made nowadays between yesterday and tomorrow voices are whispering that I am asleep talkers are echoing that I am awake I am certainly uncertain that my time of this wake and of that sleep is therefore limited or unlimited countenance contours fluctuate via its reflective reaction to its immediate surroundings being viewed manifestations are identified and their proper values are applied this way it establishes a greater compliment of authenticity for as such not much truth is a lie till one wakes from their sleep of uncertainties to make certain hello I was to meet somebody I'm in the next city block across the border you need your passport to go across the street or you'll miss the plane make sure you sit in the last rower of the canoe so that the helicopter blade does not kiss you has a date with a steward one of those was a cross-blade with a gang I will see you at the end of the Kangaroo Race in Australia Aussie is not in Texas I'm already in Texas oh that is why everybody can see you hello or goodbye no yes maybe so wait go where am I who am I who are they this is north no west I know where I am namaste Aloha
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