This happens, doesn’t it
Everything has a volume
Not an empty or full volume, no
It’s all empty and full
But a volume
And I am turning them all down
Not consciously
But so consciously that I don’t even
Know
And that’s always been the secret
Hasn’t it?
Live, dead, meaning, not meaning
Bright happy happening fiction
Volumes of knowledge and experience and life
A simple knob creates one from the other
God’s fairest equalizer
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