with ever the possibility of delusion:
personality, what makes up (us)
the instinct of a god, the ability to cut the fabric with thought.
who is to blame? asked she, neither knowing
nor knowing how to know. IF I could go back,
the point also moves back to some further cause;
she enters a world of mirrors. This dissociative dream is
me and not-me, here and nowhere.
(A straighter path?) maybe, but -
“Look at the ground I have covered, all of it is my own!”
This is –
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