New book new man
All in disruptions.
New time new life
In danger and not in motion.
Pilot errors
No curator.
Mode is ruptured
And scored over.
And still
Life is loving
Life is varied
Life is manifold
More blessed to give
And it is not unknown
We are from finite
To infinite.
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