See how the floors are running so fast out to the edges,
just to collide with the base of a wall
but only to race straight up
and end up on the ceiling?

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Lines upon lines across lines that clot into faces
I scramble frantically, needing space from my(own)self
But everytime I look I see
peopleandnoiseandpainandloveandhateand
This space is shrinking

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and this is yet another blankness
gone
with my worded scrawl (across the floor)
and yet another place I created trying to find the
nothing that always is.
see?