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There is a space between what I am and who I think I am.
It is filled with magical thinking and dark stillness.
I live there.
Sometimes I fall into what I am, and I am blinded by unspeakable light.
A clarity that allows me to run without moving, free of the physical decorations within our material world.
I jump between these two worlds, a fool in both.
I cannot work the physical, I cannot find the I in what I am.
I am a ghost with no edges.
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