seems like it's quick time to hit the punctuation heat map
novels without words for sentences fit with morse code
trap doors in the 70 thousand character variety
each line is a breath
breadth of space in line demarcated by the edge
everything within in blank colorless space
without is blank colorless space again hands on topographical error speech
fill in the gaps of memory release
plugged into television cable screens
converted letters to image momentary pleasures
adrift in past along seas of gray frayed remains on page
no stops on the line no unused place
without air
Go on
it is written
breathe deep
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