All of incoming-experience
to me,
is like an eventful wardrobe
I wear,
in keeping my brain
active as a closet.
Some of outgoing-experience
leaving me
is like a musical instrument
I have fashioned
out of my conscious
and it ambiently plays
for the joy of it,
the joyless joy of it,
the timelessness that be,
outward and onward
until there is no out
and on is
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