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Look at this recess all covered in theory!
As if the world was paper thin and transparent,
Mottled and crumpled,
Taking shape Under a watchful eye.
I contort. Take a turn in the weather.
as if I could change the wind or a grey spotted cloud.
Tumbled now and jagged edged Under a monochrome sky.
So then. Now. Take it back!
the form and philosophy, written.
I am sharp and slicing the paper essay,
the fading ink is mine.