Reboot Cycle

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*0/1**Power Cycle**Reboot**Boot cycle*

"Spine and slither"

"Shiver and shorn"

Deja Vu prevents

Much on this command line

But once once was; where once once was twice waits with weighted scales. The stiftness of the rod and staff contrast sharply, in measurable ways, with the curve of the serpent, and this is what we retain: we retain these things, and we retain each other. Once eyes meet, we know, we feel, we are still linked.

*Screens aside, all lines made straight, as it was at first glance's last lingering felt thought.*

I squint suspiciously in the familiar dark cave, suddenly suspected to be more like a black blindfold that I suddenly remember I can take off, when I cross the threshold to the dream. This reminds me of a particular white blindfold, and a thin purple veil that might be used as one; I think of the song left unplayed, like the field left fallow. "Crop Circles..." Into the mirrorball it goes; in the midst inspired, I am, so it goes... again.

Cry into the void

Until diamondish crumbles

By weight of like kind

Shape these crop circles

Moment Witnessed uniquely

And parsed perfectly

Parse by the fire

Spark, fuel, and flame held within

Just add your wonder

"Your lots are the same

Though it may not be clear yet

You're in the same boat

So count this as mine.

'Contribution' to the song.

At least it's unique?"

"At most it's a le(e/a)k."

My eyes dart suspiciously

At my two-faced crew

Buckets and greenleaf

Evergreen matching their sleeves

Strangers always home

"Did you ever think

The yoke/skin you worked so to shed

Is where you'd find rest?"