when minds run a race a race an inherent kleidoscope, when there >>> IS NO CONTROL … and you photon light and weaving through like light and i speak riddles in patterns that happen to form words ///some social construct and wouldn’t it be great if this were all one big lie, like one bad joke your neighbor, next door, down the hall, knows you not like i do he knows you not because he sees you /i s ee you more than s/he/it will ever hope to meet beacause i will never see your face