| Singular dimension
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| The repeated phrase of a lost section
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| Where the circle (the actual box of colors)
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| Is completed
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| The mindjourney, the merry go mind
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| Draw the lined in water — divine the innerwold
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| Inside the outside of the merry go mindstop
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| I (…and not the others of I) painted the words
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| To a context, a mind absurd
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| To curse the falling star
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| With the baby blue doll under my arm
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| Draw the lined in water — divine the innerwold
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| Inside the outside of the merry go mindstop
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| We (the division of I) paint with
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| Eyes the parade of the air
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| From a transparent perspective:
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| We are the spheres
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| Feel the warm magma inside
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| In veins the stream of honey
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| Colors ascend to the mind
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| I greet the blue harmony
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| …only then
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| I (…and not the singular I) will believe in
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| The empty shadows, but… |