the sky, a vast flat plane w/ occasional dreams projected on it. i see myself reflected upon that screen, amplified so that my face's surface stretches across the horizon. someone is throwing a stick at the sky, trying to tear open my face. i am watching them, wanting them to. i see the stick come closer, but it never reaches me.
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