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this is the rewrite
this is the edit
this is the multiverse in your back garden
in the crimson fogs of bubbling ponds
spitting rainbows into the gazing abyss

overlooking our ego
to babble out of time
incandescent lines

behold the cracking
the splitting apart of nothing
in particular & the gold shines through
in the turquoise night of desert dreams
spitting rainbows into notebooks lost

overclocking your shadow
turned in
tuned out
express regret watercolored
to babble out of lines
incandescent time
redrawing the maps with greater effect

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