magpie transients
thousands in price and cost and destination. in distance and time and isolation. the emotional cost was overwhelming and feld two (welds) world-patches together, hooked arced aching ground full of skyline. the rhythm that resulted was brief and transduced, transcribed, reproduced in the appropriate notation. the notation that is not words. but is the skill and style around words that carries only with luck, education, cultural appropriation. the soup is thick of words and words spill out of the warming soup into the air, light, heavy, thick, thin, densities and flux across lips and nostrils. but the rhythm is quiet giggles up down repeating, soft touch that thins skin and enhances surface area volume ratios. at the cost of natural fluid motion. at the cost of not this heaviness. at the cost of never sleeping away any drowsiness. for a few days even. for those few days odd. and the hanging yoke necessity of the physical emotional transition that produces a rich taste of currents, a rich collection of vortices, a thundering applause of contextual registries, and the amalgamation of what may be hundreds of individual moment blobs into a thrusting fluid hyper-dimensional object that invites analysis slowly, over lifetimes.