Outro: The Wormhole

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[Jake]
it's the rip tipe
the grain of a strong gale
one ridge of a rugged universe
feet leave no prints
and vision is without sight, and yet
when most i wink, then do
my eyes best see the unknown
as we commit our bodies
we become absorbed

multiple dimensions wait for us
there might be a world where the day
and night coexist
besides an ornamental flower
a tree stretches out its hideous branch
the perfectly square mirror
reveals a twisted scene
in thy dream
i face a completely different me
thy fair imperfect shade through
heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay

and when we wake up this tunnel's end
what vision awaits?

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