Please don t let go just yet
I know
sometimes the world can be so cold
Let loose with the second wind
all my friends are strangers
I ve known them before
The theatre of life is a revolving door
please let go
you know I love you so
please let go
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There is nothing
to let go of;
all we can do
is hold;
all we can do
is told
of the grasp
that knows.
There is an arm,
there is a hand,
there is a Law.
Everything is connected by little spaces.
No spaces, maybe?
Just plenumic gaps?
Made up of smaller parts and smaller spaces. Like those Russian dolls that have a doll inside a doll and so on. We are all isolated together.
You 've got ladders, where are the snakes?
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