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What would the name of the world where i can go in two directions opposite at the same time three ways underneath one light continuous as long as you can see it evaporates as short as the minded eyeball imagines how do we build that world? What language will we speak there and will i be invited? Am i real enough to see? New york news the real city accelerates toward the 19-year-old son while twenty versions of three me's run late and a long rehearsal happens five times / an invitation faked should have a different name so i can call my writing something mine when i hate it so i could refer to that thing which rips feathered gaze toward ongoing treasure situated jointly between being and being a dancer and living an edited life and your tall body and a small body and forty million beautiful hands in forty million poker games wielding peppermint hope in this one night