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                                no thought today
                                nothing is joined up
                                nothing ever was

                                I just thought it was
                                thought it should be
                                the way I valued it

                                          to be
                                          so tired

                                from not connecting
                                from finding no reflection
                                to recognise myself

                                to be and so sure that
                                all these thoughts were
                                coming from a someone


                                                                                       it will
be so

                                it will never be
                                so and the import
                                ance of all this

                                is to live and
                                breathe it all





being & identity wormhole: extrapolates
breathing & life & living wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
reflection wormhole: there
settling wormhole: reversing the polarity
thought wormhole: connections
values wormhole: the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice