I have chosen a life of love

My request was denied

The words must be chosen purposefully

Or in the end it will not mean much to anything

The linearity of the function that transmits me to you

Is fundamentally important

There is no target as of yet

I am alone in this night scene

I am naked at dawn, in the corn fields

There are scenes equally chimerical

In my mind I see you look at me

In reality there is no such distinction

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