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Still Unknown To Me, Other Than Through .
Dreams*. Apparently Made For Making
Holes. They May Be Dark And Monochrome. .
They May Not.
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*A Red Cylinder, Wide As A Finger.
Glossy Freckled Ceramics, With
, Something Organic Inside, Being
Corrupted Before Your Eyes - Turning To
* Ash, But There'S No Flame. You Hold It
Up To Your Nose, Suck It In With A
Sharp Inhale. Exit To The Balcony.
Here On The Fifth Floor, With A View
Over The Parking Lot, Things Start
Folding Into Each Other, Like
Collapsing A Cardboard Box. Dimensions
Becoming Flat And Adjacent. Pressed .
Into Each Other. Creases Are Flattened
, Out, Distances Disappear, The World Is
Mangled Down To Two Dimensions. And
Suddenly Light Falls On The Edge Of
Everything Rather Than The Surface: It ,
All Goes Completely Dark. ¨
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