ex press my self in doors of un known future yet confusion takes over
where is the right thing left to guide the mole
are you sup posed to in vent me on my way
split selves s lightly go in every direct ion that says well come
you have a plan for two
I also have a plan for too
truth de roots into little roads
a long the opening
immanence too heavy
no time for ditch ing nor any thing that is none
we'll get there for the union
our atoms
soon
I hope
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