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                                tipped towards
                      doubt of point in the world

                      all I had was notice
                                of a
                      comic’d point a
                      poem’d point a
                      phrased point a
                      solo’d point

                      when looking for a point
                      to find a point at all

                      life became a browse
                      the more I looked the less I found
                                (that made any sense)
                      the less I found the more I saw
                                (that was beautiful)

                      the act of looking had grown
                      its very own cataract I can see this now

                      and after all this time
                                I renounce looking





life wormhole: illusion
seeing wormhole: seeing