,,~/$§&@## ##@&§$/~,,
,,,~/$§&@# #@&§$/~,,,
,,,,~/$§&@ @&§$/~,,,,
,,,,,~/$§& &§$/~,,,,,
,,,,,,~/$§ §$/~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/$ $/~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/ Now, Usually I Feel Good (Maybe?), But /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ This Time Of Confusion Also Leads To ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, All Analyzes Ending In "Useless" - I ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Was Being Bothered By Something In A ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Song Or Movie Or Book, So I Think, How ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ Would I Have Done It, What Is The ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/ Purpose Of This Process, What Does It /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/$ Consist Of...? And Through The Process $/~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,~/$§ More And More Pieces Falls Off Until §$/~,,,,,,
,,,,,~/$§& I'M Standing There With Nothing. &§$/~,,,,,
,,,,~/$§&@ @&§$/~,,,,
,,,~/$§&@# Reductionist Hell - #@&§$/~,,,
,,~/$§&@## I Wan'T A Bottom Floor, A Concept ##@&§$/~,,
,,,~/$§&@# Bedrock, But The Deeper I Go The More #@&§$/~,,,
,,,,~/$§&@ Abstract They Are, The Things, Until @&§$/~,,,,
,,,,,~/$§& They Cease To Be Things At All &§$/~,,,,,
,,,,,,~/$§ §$/~,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/$ Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is $/~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/ Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Sense. ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, And When I Can'T Even Anchor Myself, ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,~ When I Am Nothing But The Question, It ~,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,~/ Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My /~,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,~/$ Fingers... "Whoops", And Nothing Ever $/~,,,,,,,
,,,,,,~/$§ Was After That. §$/~,,,,,,
,,,,,~/$§& &§$/~,,,,,
,,,,~/$§&@ @&§$/~,,,,
,,,~/$§&@# #@&§$/~,,,
,,~/$§&@## ##@&§$/~,,
,,,~/$§&@# #@&§$/~,,,