Outside this jar, nothing really matters, just an infinity barrier, the heavens and all the questions they’re asking, what if this happened, what if that happened, each angle, scattered seeds, cloned and copied, so many templates, a whole army, to be used and abused, so much blood, you killed that dude three times, did you manage to vent any of your feelings, the truth echoes and the water ripples, eggs and bacon, I'm the food at your table, each inclination, within the realm of possibility, a poet's body, can feed so many…

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