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Infinitely Dissolute

We are a recurrence of ourselves.
Not life after life
But life within itself.

Recursive hope and manipulation.
Each tug of a situation
tugs on our selves.

It is the warning: To do
unto others as to ourselves -
Lest we discover
that it rebound tenfold.

More - that is ten times
folded in ten of our selves
until the repercussions are
insanity, and a million more
"No"s.

- Simon Huggins, 21st February 2004