Pointers..
All words appear
As pointers..
Pointing to that
Which is already
The pointing...
Colors
Are infinitely varied
They're seemingly
What's happening...
Travel
Often undertaken to
Find the new..
While the new
Is what seems happening...
It's language
Which may seem
To build the edges..
Nothing with
Impossible edges..
Perspectives
With no separation
Are the magic
Of the impossible...
Stories which
Are not empty
Are believed apparently
With desperation...
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