I also live with the broken one, The Twin.
And there’s the Witch. What apple is this,
The art to wrangle it back? Vision paints the way,
working still in fractal. Because that is the path.
Over the river and through the woods, my
Body’s intelligence still has intelligence. That
Is a way to integration. The connundrum gnostic.
There is now the vision of elasticity, of the causality.
I have my boots planted in the future. We are ready
To record the multilayer discourse. I have a feeling
this is the shoes.
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