On All Levels

No more than you.

We just think

More or less

Of our self,

And of eachother.

Broken Records.

Every level.

Then we see it and hear it and think we know.

So slow the game we’re playing,

But they say, Blink of an eye.

Right? Like overnight.

Like a dream,

And we want em good,

But they’re all over the map,

And then out of this world

Where the lines fade from sight.

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