the air.

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from what years come
only memory's arrive
the self i sought to find
dove deeper down i have been losing years
i have survived on bitter terms
i need to find a safety between all
and the nothing of the human disease
i cross all
i feel all
i am every one thing time place
i become but only for a crowd
always for a crowd
because there is no self
and it is beauty
every wave is alpha
in the omnivorous the mammal devouring all contact life