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                                              aware of how populous
                                are the voices of my mind
                like the hounds-tooth patterns that preclude fainting
                                like moving into a marketplace
                                              where all the merchants
                                                                      shout their wares





being wormhole: nothing to write
identity wormhole: a little bit of love / and muffle
mind wormhole: grrr
sitting wormhole: thick thick fog
voices wormhole: the peculiar continuum of trains