Once I witnessed mine
self-testing oblivion
wash contradictions:
Commodity ex —
pressing the ecstasy of
communication,
Babble mechanics,
(cog)nizance and clock-time, the
receding gazes
returning to star —
fielding hallucinations,
preformative breath.
Wanderlust 
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