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C:\nOpen this file in a text tool like Notepad++.\n\nLook for D:\nYou may find false flags,\nkeep looking.\n\n[[<p style="color:black;">B: That's it?</p>|B: That's it?]]
A:\nYou detect offence so easily.\n\nYou see offence in the mirror on the best of days,\n\nand detect it like beached metal on the worst.\n\n[[Crumple the paper. Begin again.|B: Where to begin?]]
I do. You do. We do.\n\nThere's no god coming to save us. Only a collective you is here at all \n\nand that you is inhumane.
A:\n[[Find <i>what?</i>|B: What I'm looking for.]]\n
A:\nThis game has four characters.\n\n[[Begin your poem.|B: Where to begin?]]
A Poem That Lives in Silence
C:\nThat's it.\n\n\n[[<p style="color:black;">END</p>|END]]
A:\nTaking fish by the tails,\ntearing them out of the reservoir,\nthey gutted a body of water,\nand found no words to say.\nThis isn't the poem.\n[[You failed your poem.|B: I did...?]]
C:\nA letter. A "c", for crave.\n\nYou found what you crave.\n\nYou found a poem in the silence.\n\n[[<p style="color:black;">B: What do I do?</p>|B: What do I do?]]
A:\nDo you understand that this is a conversation?\n\nEye to screen to mouth to mouth the words.\n\nDo you understand there's words behind these words?\n\n[[Do you?|B: I don't understand.]]
A:\nYou failed your poem like a cause.\n\nDon't just crumple this paper,\ntear it open.\n\nMaybe your poem is in fibre of paper,\n[[or the red, green, and blue of your words.|B: Where to begin?]]
those space-havers, those money-lovers. Hard-ons against hard times. You're hard up, hardened. It's Christmas, my child.
you wander the interim of spaces. you're like oil in the water, you're like soil in the eye. Spaces were once for you. now you're between them, now you're not you.\n
A poem by Quinn K.\n\nIf you've only played this, you haven't seen everything.
A:\nEnough.\n\n[[You're not worth the trouble.|B: I'm running out of time.]]
A:\nYou look for nothing more than your own tail.\n\nIt's between your legs, [[friend.|B: Are we friends, then?]]\n\nMaybe your origin, [[or perhaps your "end".|B: Are you insulting me?]]\n\nA direction to go.\n\nOr I suppose to "come".
time and space and elements conspire against you. You tend to not think anymore of ends, but an end is coming for you, and that ends your end, sent in a ditch and the cold of winter.
A:\nYou write the wrong thing-\n\nWhat you're looking for isn't here.\n\nIt can't be found around the lines and curves and crosses and crowns, \n\nnor in the spots and the hooks and the dots and the hoops.\n\nWhat you want isn't in the white or the black on ink or absence of ink,\n\n[[I think.|B: Where is it, then?]]
shut up.
in complete silence. Silent night, holy night. Silent sight, holey vest. Cold rest; maybe forever remains.
A:\n[[What I think?|B: No, what I'm looking for.]]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[[<p style="color:black;">B: What's this?</p>|B: What's this?]]
A:\nThen there never was a thing to understand.\n\nThen there's nothing more behind this dark facade.\n\nYou've dipped your hand into the black pool of the background grasping at your poem,\n\nand coming up empty on your first pull, you decide the well is dry.\n\n[[It isn't.|B: Then where can I find it?]]
is in the spaces between spaces. Into an interim. You're a poem that lives in silence. And everyone can be as you. If they want it or not. Everyone can be as you,
Quinn K.
Tuned to the wrong station.\n\nYou don't know what's going on:\n\nI'm going insane.
C:\nYou found it.\n\n[[<p style="color:black;">B: Found what?</p>|B: Found what?]]
A:\nMade of silver and gold.\n\nMade of looks and averted gazes.\n\nMade for you.\n\nMade for nobody.\n\n[[Write your poem.|B: Where to begin?]]
A:\nWhat good is your time to me?\n\nMy text is patient.\n\nMy hand is steady,\nmy words silent,\ncurrent in a computer device.\n\n[[In its silence, it is without a roof,|B: A silent poem?]]\n[[and invisible like a lack of walls.|B: A body of water?]]