Pointers..
All words appear
As pointers..
Pointing to that
Which is already
The pointing...
Colors
Are infinitely varied
Rising and falling
Never appearing again..
They're seemingly
What's happening...
Travel
Often undertaken to
Find the new..
While the new always
Is what seems happening...
It's words
Which may seem
To build the edges..
Nothing with
Impossible edges..
Perspectives
With no separation
Are the magic
Of the impossible...
Stories not seeming
As empty may arrive
Apparently with
A dose of desperation...
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