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i don't eat lamb

sitting aloft
gorging on but feed
fat with content

facts only false
life a wasted speck

in space and time most immeasurable
i sit silently

enjoying my mind, too much
traveling from past through future 
at each point trying to let go some more

to not want
desire
feel

tripping along the journey
happy and free

i am me

and?

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