The past is always talking.
So much time putting me together.
But if attention outpaces
Understanding's cozy embrace
All life, my thoughts being part,
Unfolds effortlessly, fluidly.
Whatever I'm concluding is in
Complete, is partial, is
Wrong.
As everything everythings everything
Where are the dead ends?
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