"These signs reconfigure themselves, metaphors transform, and I'm
drifting a w a y,
a w a y from myself.
I'm a butterfly, flitting along the edges of
c r e a t i o n.
Beyond the edge of the world there's a space where
emptiness and substance neatly overlap,
where
past
and
future
form a continuous, endless loop.
And
h
o
v
e
r
i
n
g
about there are signs no one has ever read
& chords no one has ever heard."
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