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Nov 20, 2008 
Inside my heart I learned to shoot;
The vector spaces flow within -
I grow into an endless root
Whose ends predict where I begin.
My fractal nature beareth out
The mysteries of origin
Whose triumph yields itself to doubt
The killing game I cannot win.
The self is thus unmasked by crime
Against the chorus fate defined:
a measure of such matchless rhyme
like that which gives rise to our kind
a seed dropped in the womb of time
or feedback loop the dead call mind.
(all i can give you now are broken faced gargoyles.)
