every moment, déjà vu. the way the colors run have me believing that the carousel never really ends, never stops beginning. we're always in transit, in transition, how many times I've been around I'm not sure. At least once, at least this one. when its over we'll get in line and wait quietly, patiently for our turn to reascend, as the attendant punches our tickets for another round.
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