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.......... ^..............the ocean...............^ ..........
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.......... ^.living.ghost.of..the.primordial soup.^ ..........
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.........- wavering just out of sight -.........
........-^ just outside ^-........
.......-^% the termination shock of perception, %^-.......
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.....-^%£¤ a roaring depth reduced to a gentle ¤£%^-.....
....-^%£¤# swell upon the minds coast, #¤£%^-....
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..-^%£¤### invisible laps, claiming you, ###¤£%^-..
...-^%£¤## not reaching. ##¤£%^-...
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.....-^%£¤ but the body has limits, the barrier is ¤£%^-.....
......-^%£ impermanent, and exhaustion unlocks it. £%^-......
.......-^% %^-.......
........-^ with closed eyes and a fractured self, ^-........
.........- the shooting star on it's way to the -.........
.......... dark lake, ..........
.......... you can hear the waves as they speak. ..........
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.......... sometimes they're people, ..........
.......... sometimes there's birds, ..........
.......... but there's always a warm alien embrace. ..........
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.......... and this time they hit shore. ..........
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