Where am I?
Words, shuffling
Perfect ballet
Ribbons, ribbons, ribbons
Choreographed anarchy
Compressing thoughts into a tight tight ball
Until I can't tell what's what
What is what
What is what
Waves
Ribbons
This room
Not cold; not dark
Not warm; not light
Nothing
It is nothing
I am nothing
Fall into the void
Not fall; already fallen
Already?
Time none
Nothing any
Ribbons
Ribbons
Continuous tense
Where is where?
Where am I?
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