"In the absence of observers, our universe is dead." - Andrei Linde
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I know what I am/or rather/I know the self is a bottomless pit/I have become a mound of dirt from and endless and futile excavation/I know/I know I am not I know I have become more accustomed to the space between myself and the world then I have to any of the fruitful bulging facets of creation I know when writing one must consider the comfort of a reader/I do not I know when talking or sharing a general vacinity to another human one must consider their place of origin as connected yet singular/I only imagine the sticky obscene seed of a peach hanging and breaking the web of a dream catcher made of thread I know I have become my own cancer/divulging the inner cavities of an ancient torn and scattered ruin/left far from where...
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