I SWEAR TO YOU
I swear to you to tell
to touch, this universe
does not exist. Too much.
You and I can tell our
stories and make things
up, but the world responds
to not this touch : the Sahara
and the Gobi are no match
for us, combined. All my
dominoes have see-thru
viewing holes, and I can see
another world beyond.
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