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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