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Inception

the spiral drawn on the same wall, on the opposite side in the same direction is


not going in the same direction, walking up to thyself to meet thyself in thyselves


reflection, to touch the finger tip of the left to the finger tip of the right, the left


pointing towards the spiral, the right pointing toward the left, through thyself


to walk upon the memory of thyself, to break the mirror, and return the mask


the hourglass flips again, and cancels all objections, a word written and forgotten


just as fast, all conjecture is confession, what is it I needed to do, nothing, and


what is it I did, to create a piece of self-mastery in order to come to a conclusion


what was it that kept the pure land so pure, a land unknown now unto existence

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