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diveshore: the movements of the nerves are being recorded,
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diveshore: and in readiness for something unlikely to appear
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diveshore: the restless gaze roams the sky...
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diveshore: am I longing for a place to go back?
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diveshore: and, all the way, there is a sense of groping along a corridor.
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diveshore: the scenery moves as if fomenting ill will,
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diveshore: Trying too hard to accelerate
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diveshore: Light sparkles in play, the sun gives birth to existence in play,
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diveshore: and something makes us hesitate to go straight ahead,
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diveshore: soon radiance seems to spill from a crack in the darkness.
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diveshore: a small treasure here and there
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diveshore: The habit of peering out from inside a shadow hasn't got better,
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diveshore: the past is still running,
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diveshore: until it seems something suddenly revives, and the wind rushes in from there.
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diveshore: the feeling is sucked out the window.
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diveshore: This moment should have been enough,
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diveshore: Even the atmosphere assimilateds to the scenery,
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diveshore: and stands blocking the way without any sign of guilt
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diveshore: Preception seems to be under pressure,
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diveshore: hold back shadows to avoid being noticed,
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diveshore: the usual existence, and the usual morning
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diveshore: Whatever there is on the other side
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diveshore: the feelings have long since stopped singing a song,
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diveshore: the scenery seems warped as it flows by,
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diveshore: and thinking I have seen this scenery begore,
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diveshore: though we should have been able to pass lightly by,
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diveshore: The treasure of time passing into oblivion
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diveshore: Trying to drag the radiance, too, into darkness,
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diveshore: Here too, like it or not, lives the projected self
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diveshore: we cling to every figment of illusion