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[proximoception]

This made makes alteration in the land
Found perspective frames and deepens skies
The ground it walks upon your rooted feet
The world crams through the funnels of your eyes
You know that with you it will be complete
You enter with a piece closed in your hand

Lose choice and each step kicks you all frames fall
Skies shallow and curl up and blow away
Hair creatures whisper past your ear of harm
Lands interlap gone waters sing dismay
Your piece you find is lost inside your arm
The homes El Greco up and off the wall

How many more before no more a one
A someone pacing out their somehow rounds
Walks into you and in reunconfounds
The something spilling full unrebegun