I'm as whole can be. As found as mind can be. Burst around and a pulling down, the pressure of the looking glass. To care as much as time can, is only seeing bits. It is wound to see as much as can be seen. The bits, the opening, the space. I could keep claiming the physical move, ah yes, that will be the happy train. But it is the travel within that is the Feat. So say to a wall to shift, until you've chipped off a piece of the paint. And the end will not be nearer nor further; take that thing away. But oh to be inside of the transformation, is now to see.