Life can be like a jungle. Tracks appear, but where do they lead?
Having their own existence Though not really a thing But a way cleared of things Constituting a means to fall sideways Beckoning horizontal gravity Proposing purpose, pointless promise Lots beguiling by sweet sticky Olfactory wipings Subject pushes like a fooled particle Discovering networks From an inside perspective Looking like tubes. From outside, arachnoid; The infinite trap Divine vision of spider At the universe's centre. What you see, you get.
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