burrble.

Things are different now. I can’t quite tell what’s real. What’s actually behind things. All of this is sailing around my head and in front of my eyes and then back into morphing thoughts and fleeting images.

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In defining genuine I’m forced to reflect on myself.

In defining true all I can see are mirrors and unexpected turns.

So I wonderandwonderandwonder and still don’t have anything sure. So I wonderandwonderand

stop.

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