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 "The Infinite Mad-hatters" by Joe DiMino

Time does not equal space…
Yet, space is all of time;
As the wind
Is only current
And not the seed
Carried-

We tote our evolution

Like the bearer the water
His bucket
An outward-form-container
Of a being-
Nearer to the thirst
Sipping
Yet to drink
We quench rightly
When
Of the mirror

And by that gulp
To an open sea

We find all leaks
Are only me

And all of free
No need to fear
The infinite
Mad-hatters



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