there's a whole world in there, just as big as the one out there. it's filled with words and pictures and jagged mistakes. they'll follow you out and meet you at any place. there's glory for ya, cut down to the shiniest parts, like a diamond to be worn for a flicker in god's eye. and deeper still behind all the pus and blood and chemistry and the spaces between them there's an ancient mystic magnetism holding you all together. as lucid and intangible and alone as anything else, inside, and out. as worn and tired as the streets that carry your feet, and just as tough. you let it seep slowly out onto everything, and you cover your paths in traces of yourself. a bright comet burning out in the sun, revolving in imperfect circles. until you've given up your entire innerincarnation into everything all around you, everywhere you've touched.
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