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(9) End; Hidden (Notebook)

It’s hard to explain.
Opposites reside
inside our brain.

[Stop it,
it’s as wide
as our eyes
can scan
it’s skies.
Captive
by night—
held out of sight
simply by
a lack
of light—
of which we
live dependent.]

Remember when
the end didn’t?
It blended and
had only just
begun;
hidden
on a planet
in a universe of one.
Didn’t it?

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