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From the inside
A system of boxes. A stretch
and measure for doing this one
thing. Live. Then all the other
fake measures; the misleading
ones that totter along to the
same end with variant degrees
Thereís a space by the exceptional
and itís vacant. I donít know
which box Iíll jump into next.
I keep avoiding them. Though
Iím sitting in one: the one that
keeps avoiding, fighting for that
exceptional space that is just a
and nothing more.
Neither vacant nor spacious
Where is the way out?