These words appear as they are, planted as such in my mind.
When I try to appear through them, the text becomes stained and insipid. It’s not a work of writing that I must do, but a work of erasing.
What speaks within me knows, the rest must listen.
Its untimely ways of seeking to exist through what is said are the mark of my ignorance.
Notes & Silence 
So…
Who speaks?
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Who’s asking?
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Presumably, one who speaks. Who replied?
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Him who asked…
I guess….but he has left, apparently.
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Assuming he was ever here…
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