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                                              calm down

                out of the millions who don’t know me
                                only thousands do
                out of the thousands who know me
                                only hundreds will hear
                out of the hundreds who hear me
                                only tens will listen
                out of the tens that listen
                                only one will read
                out of the one who will read me
                                they will ‘like’ one in ten
                out of tens of likes
                                only one will comment
                out of hundreds of comments
                                only one will be moved
                out of a thousand movements
                                only one will be transformed
                out of a million transformations
                                there may be enlightenment

                it may be you
                                but I’ll long-since
                                              be dead and gone
                                                              and I’m not even sure
                                                                                 I was ever there
                                                                                                            in the first place





identity wormhole: good looking
lifetimes wormhole: holiday
publishing wormhole: the slug
reading wormhole: coffee shop / inculcation
writing wormhole: writing is not a container of reality / it is being the reality / itself