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…in the chair typing trying to make Keys sound wanting to understand, yearning yet still only ankle deep and sifting sometimes skillfully the stream separated by layers from the chair separated from thoughts by the chair occasional magic: separated by thoughts from the chair siphon with effort a layer of my world in words submerging myself for inspection setting with keys carefully to make it look alive hoping for crystal value hoping it will hold up under inspectacles or sometimes trying to fit readymade keys to holes hoping they will just slip in hoping they will open closed spaces To pass across liminal fields of things of thought ever more hazy find faint tracery almost imperceptible almost illusion a gate, slip beyond a truth may be just near enough ...I am now nowhere near the chair .:.