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a flat of pieces, all strewn out, from here to white horizon. here and there a few together, pieced walk along. i'm not alone in through path of found fragment thought. to a better, more collected. for a faster, calmer. a taller useful. a color thinness.
how many more words will melt it or halve it? or can it or rush away from it like a shrinking tunnel light in rear-view dash? one and two are spits of wind, lapping off the fat endless. peeling out undone nonsense, stones from stomach, well-watching.
and then
i am painted on the wall. in deathless plane the motion of painted on the wall. subtle texture of definition the colorful flatness a simplicity motion decided display. a simple stroke doubled.
oh, i was a fearless yeller. not a stone. not a memory of a live stream of brimming moments into puddles lights a hardened gem. not a locked chest. not a twisted longing. not a tinny offbeat note or silent petal falling to rust in ice. not whizzing past. not a recognizable pattern.
captured now in framework precision, in fractal paths this way and that way, out in up down, cascading color twists of decision into all. leaving me sleeping ghostside, licking back names near dripping off my tongue. shallowly sinking on my side till half blind-breathing in blurred past-present leaves me clutching blank paper.
how many more words will melt it or halve it? or can it or rush away from it like a shrinking tunnel light in rear-view dash? one and two are spits of wind, lapping off the fat endless. peeling out undone nonsense, stones from stomach, well-watching.
and then
i am painted on the wall. in deathless plane the motion of painted on the wall. subtle texture of definition the colorful flatness a simplicity motion decided display. a simple stroke doubled.
oh, i was a fearless yeller. not a stone. not a memory of a live stream of brimming moments into puddles lights a hardened gem. not a locked chest. not a twisted longing. not a tinny offbeat note or silent petal falling to rust in ice. not whizzing past. not a recognizable pattern.
captured now in framework precision, in fractal paths this way and that way, out in up down, cascading color twists of decision into all. leaving me sleeping ghostside, licking back names near dripping off my tongue. shallowly sinking on my side till half blind-breathing in blurred past-present leaves me clutching blank paper.