Something

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There is something to something,

Maybe, once extrapolated

Creativity cohorts.

In the horizon

Summer sun.

Wobble

Circles making navigation

In a curved straight line.

Consciousness

We are literally making time, continual.

Water, jump!

Rise to one house.

Equally perforated box,

Holy to see you.

Do not let in the water.

Keep rising

To flat platonic love

Prognosticate the magic on Earth.

Lying underneath

The Universal sound.

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