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THE GRID

BLAST OFF without noise

without anything.

Gone—the hills, the skies, the light

Darkness returns, even deeper than night

unfolding forever and ever, refolding into nothing, nothing.

Here is a place of contradictions.

Here is not here. It is there. And there. And there.

It is everywhere.

Or nowhere.

Time spins around. It stands perfectly still.

Moments within moments between moments

Each contains multitudes larger and smaller…

Find the numbers. Make them fit.

Shift and…

… click!