Trying to get my head clear,
the truth can be light pollution up there,
trying to get my own attention again,
a pontifical life I am waiting to eclipse.
I just keep on thinking
but never remember anything.
I act out what I will be,
because Jesus meant to say "repetition for the happy".
Burrow now into our self's climbing inner belief
that comes free with its own dead end street, contingency.
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