EQUATION
(constant soul)
Outside of the Shandu Moss, I
often think life is nothing at all.
Left to its own devices, even the
most reticent wallflower fades.
Here is the magician, with his
watering can of exterior ferns
and roses, walking the lanes of
expectation. Everyone seeks
the rabbit from the hat, but he
knows better about all that.
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Mysterious mathematics with
an algebraic twist: the outside
dimensions match nothing of
this; inside the hat's spaces.
that rabbit must first exist.
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