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Pointers.. All words appear As pointers.. Pointing to that Which is already The pointing... Colors Are infinitely varied They're seemingly What's happening... Travel Often undertaken to Find the new.. While the new Is what seems happening... It's language Which may seem To build the edges.. Nothing with Impossible edges.. Perspectives With no separation Are the magic Of the impossible... Stories which Are not empty Are believed apparently With desperation...

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