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Many things,

Handling themselves as planned,

In random falling-outs and coils,

They breathe,

I breathe,

Not the same,

We struggle to be the same,

For life and for difference,

Beneath and below and freely,

Freedom is pure and freedom is cancer,

Tumors are pure until they are cancer,

Benign and troubles befall,

Topically. Topics are neat.

Meaning is neat; until you try.

Don’t try, just mean.

No means if you try, no tries are until they mean.

Canned and cupped and canopied,

Lasting and infinite and ravaging,

Is the place you come from.

Is it a place? Is it? Is it time?

No. Only the second. Then you’re first.

Streams are vacancies and ideas are monetized.

Cramps are ponds and ideas flow, and flood.

Make space and you make money, but beware;

Money takes space and space is vital.

And money is all gain, and gain is clutter.

Off blue, off skin.

Taking rotations through many colors.

But the real color,

Was within.

The show-