What is it that informs you
when you break with the routine
the push and pull of the daily grind?
Where does the voice come from
that speaks in truths,
not so much negating the lies
as dismissing them?
Time measured in centuries cannot comprehend
the fruitlessness of repeating the same mistake
over and over again.
And yet, within the circular maze there is another path
when one pauses and looks up
and you finally see
it.
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ok, maybe it's b/c it's 3 in the morning and i'm just now getting home from the times changed, having walked down cold winter broadway, but...
i can, like, hear that green thing emitting an interference pattern.
woah.
It all emits, and hopefully so do we.
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