water is a vehicle of separation
unable to align hopes with the even surface of reality
a hug with arms that do not bend
hiding in the shadow of a light
diluting every experience with aesthetic considerations
truth is a hollow shape you can hide in
no sacred places are built with ordinary bricks
the knots i tie on time are not mine
only following rules ruled by other rules
always reward your surroundings with good posture
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