There is way. There are ways opening ignorance.
People come here to open their chests against languages.
My tongue cannot touch your language. You define the coming, the truth of coming.
I go back to where I remember going back to...
Birds have no imagination to begin with. Every wing keeps opening ways all around my finite chest.
In the beginning we remain within the shape of hope fulfilling...
Then, you know perfectly how to engage in the flux of silence while questions approach...
Are you willing to begin Space
otherwise than maze?
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