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Today
I looked off into the distance but I couldn't see
it.
Sky and ocean conspired to erase the line between
them.
What's known as horizon, sharp as a knife, ceased
to exist.
No divide, the hardest thing about being here is
the easiest.
Nothing on top of nothing, no distraction, little
interaction.
At night there's the moon, some stars, no other
light. I sit silent
staring into it and myself. No memories, no plans.
I get scared.
If you ever got beyond your conditioning what
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