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estranged attractor
Do not save my soul
or subject me
to the world, that
those words make
Ascended Masters
are wallpaper
decorating the flat
walls of the tomb
Thomas doubted
and he touched
Speak with me
in the language
of The Theatre
where communication
moves the cursor
through spaces
incorruptible by time
The play ended before it began
and they are cheering
as each actor
remembers their role
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