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I've been out of IT
Out of in

And fallen into patterns

That stanza marks the measure of a million prior

Tune in turn on drop out
A freedom from a free man completely lost on millions

I've tuned out, turned around, and sunk in.
I wonder where that leads me.
I wonder where that LEAVES me

Freedom, eh?

Is today the day i break from my design?

Will
I

L e a v e

And come B
ack again? To somewhere i was
Inside

Or will i be in
Perfect blocks
Very Squared
A hard set form

It's been much too long i think
Especially since i started forcing metaphor
Since i started forcing OUT metaphor
To think in one flat plan of real
Is not enough to live on.

Mice born from leaves
The sound of stars
A purple band of buzzing
The room full of wires
A falling blossom in a fog of spark

These, these are what matter

Torn pants and a cheap shirt
Love for everyone
Truth above the sale

These mattered too, once.
Once...
Before i was a commodity

I could call anything from fate to popcorn
When i choose to follow
I could call life too
And give it
And receive it
And sense IT

But I've stepped out of in
Out of IT

I've gone so fasted i sped right past the cracks
But that's where it is
Really

I ramble
Good day