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NO WORLD / ONLY STRUCTURE UNDER STRAIN THIS IS NOT A WORLD this is a field held together by exhausted agreements no sky no ground only surfaces pretending to remain coherent structures repeat not because they are stable but because collapse has been postponed YOU CALL THIS REALITY incorrect this is alignment under pressure angles forced into obedience lines trained to behave matter disciplined into temporary continuity EVERYTHING HERE IS CONDITIONAL walls stand because they have not yet refused light travels because it has not yet reconsidered time moves because no one has interrupted it properly THERE IS NO CENTER only the habit of searching for one remove the habit and the system loosens remove the reference and the structure hesitates THIS IS WHERE IT BEGINS not creation not destruction but deviation a fracture maintained long enough to become architecture you do not build inside this you destabilize it until it reveals its lack of necessity THE FORMS YOU

New morning turning Taking shape I wake to the sound It seems There is less of you It seems I’m falling Asleep again The cars are Passing by The sound The face Of a river It seems Smooth Bitter to the touch