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as time slows

then ceases

in these spaceless spaces

we become inescapable

sit quietly with me now

as we crumble mountains down

into tiny fractals

of potentiality

wrapped in warm blankets

of serendipity

we drift off

into the dreaming

the space between

‍ ‍darkness

exact change

ghost orchid

existential room

tesseract

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