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somewhere in between a periumbilical dream a thought of Mal contempt past the ring pass not I'm the cosmonaut floating in this space of spatial memory's a phrase or phase a familiar face vanish on the cusp of this is how it aught not be out lasted this tragic but inescapable desire draws me inward filling my vision with wonderlustfully fleeting scene's of who I am is not who I'm supposed to be wrecklessly foe to myself the clown of the jest enoghf to put it all to rest I a stranger alone in a word I did not create