Where do you start.
Square a one
Or divide into parts
Stand at one end
Look along the length
The point has no return
When couched in sense
Registered by time
On the recored space
In our out turning the face
Go from the end
And come back to center
Still enclosed
In a room marked don't enter.
It's really quite simple
Since truth is universal
Just not the sort of fulff
People add that is mental.
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