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Modified Linear Thought

I'll be missing me

when the wink

of an eye

takes

us beyond.


Now that (my friend)

is an absurd

impossibility;

religion

of the highest order.


How can keeping myself

to miss myself

be except an illogic

or,

a splitting in two?

(2 January '18)