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A new face again stares back,
brought through pin-pointed obviousness.
Brought through infinite points of binocular shinings.

The clashing and collasping
of well-laid-in connections
giving the necessary foot-hold
for meaning, in meaninglessness;
for hunger, with no need for stomach.


All oxymorons, redundancies:
Excepting the accepted exceptions of acceptions.

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  • Not-The-Sun silver member
    November 26
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    ah, such a play with words inthe end.

    I love this line:
    infinite points of binocular shinings.
    you painted a beautiful picture with that. It reminded me of a drawing I had to do in like fourth grade, of binoculars and I got to draw whatever I wanted in the lenses of them : )