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as it comes

that we ought not

history made of flesh

the constant conjunction

an inexhaustible surplus

a matter of the exterior world

nothing by falling

matter by contrast

the key to uncovering this capacity

reaching across understanding

fate is for the shackled

the unending vulnerabilities

bittersweet no matter the medium

merely contingent

without any necessity

abstraction that conspires

take away the world

please just be somewhere

the conceptual must constantly seek

they only see the shadows

a heart that possesses

as repeating as a prayer

with what they left behind

between merit and recompense

to embody the hurt that knows

the anguish that accompanies

independent of all conditions

from nowhere in particular

if you transcend the perspective

something sacred in the cautious thought

basic assumptions accepted

when you feel a sense of your existence

unrestricted by the theory

meaning and momentum

flicker against the vow of breaking

manifestations within ourselves

where truth and falsity are not differentiated

forms that disport uncanny qualities

the only permissible avoidance

every narrative wants

a ruin disguised as liturgy

portions that verify this exchange

unspoken ligatures

a fragile universe of futures

boundless, everything arrives

a shared language you already have

giving until the giving feels

a devotional nature

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