Behind closed doors
In a place unobserved
It ceased to exist
In private and public
Posture speaks volumes
On demeanor
In altered states of uncertainty
I can’t help but
Affect behavior
With safety unleashed
Preceding the parallel and distinct
The universe splits again
And again
To solve a problem
But matter, what does it matter?
I am above and beyond
Before and beneath
It’s emblematic of
The chaotic and erratic
Day after day
It may have decayed
Since it’s observation
That gives definition
And from fear comes
The need to disconnect
But maybe we really
Knew the truth all along

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