A strange vast greenness met us:
A desire to escape grew, and was swallowed
Easier to sit & drink beer, laugh
Build up our selves' images
To some strange multichannel narrative
For it has to be that way:
Can you think how many stories you have seen enacted?
The patterns etched into us, routines
Inked ready for our whole life to be run off at once.
We daily act
And are acted through. The
Things we do group & change.
Slow shifts & fades
                                   not like diving into any lake of fire or dying
But just
What happens
Then doesn't.



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