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No sleep for the one who speaks. No peace for the one who dreams. I can see the most wonderful peaks if my eyes blend the seams. I just let go of the past and the future is too cold to touch. I drove off the road, lost my way home. Finding no end to an implosion of self. Only an emission of light and an infinite eye. Been here before, treaded the same wake. Twisting the fragments and bending the grid. Stuck in time. See as the sky rains down on me, and know that you were never here. Consciousness will trick you if you don't find your hole. You were never here. -a.