Um, disregard that last language play-thing.
Do not regard it even to glance.
Move in a direction
towards teaching me new words.
I love that we are, none of us,
separate persay; but all different parts of an object.
Not an object no. All apart in the stew of the parts of the universe.
Can't ever touch a thing
even when inside of it.
But still all untouching parts of the sameness.
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