above the space that knows no boundaries
of the actual place of tall tales of man who
keeps the conundrums of this cacophony
of drum beats moving.
He thinks he is clever.
Moving about below.
It's not what he thinks.
The real conundrum is his to bear.
The space is always moving.
Suspended no more it catches up to you.
But there are no boundaries set forth above
in this place.
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