and now it starts

so now I understand a little more ... well, I have always know
the echoes clamoring constantly -- the words not quite tangibles
remote

but the veil has been lifted ... and the hide and seek game comes to an abrupt end
there was really nothing to hide from, or with--as it turns out
it was all there all along, visible, throbbing, loud
like some corpse that people can't help but stare at

but so i was saying ... there is nothing to hide away in, to, for, from
except the words that were used to--nifty little things that can create or destroy
even more severe than a weapon

so easy then it can be, or can it be as easy ...

we shall see--this is only the starting point



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