1080
nothing
saves us in the end 
for
godsbother / ataraxia 
you
could say 
space
and time between 
I
lessen towards 
commit
to it 
this
is the glue 
in
the all connects 
no
wishfulness
this
undreamt
tricks
of fear 
are
pulpited 
I
in among the piles of line 
say
anywhere we are 
and
try for 
empty
handed
here's
a saviour birth 
call
breakfast 
hatch
the counted eggs
so
down as if 
there
were a progression of numbers
it's
a moment's thought to this
you
grab at the idea
gone
nothing
saves us in the end
literally
it does 
by
virtue of this knowledge 
I
am now healing here 
 
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