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is this part of the text or is it a mistake i left in because part of the text is a mistake left in me? * i am i as long as we stay we but there’s but away and a way days daze dye into die heir into air see into sea by saying … Continue reading
the following was written after a listen to the album on Voyager I, which serves as a goodbye from earth and hello to space. listen here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b06cb8q0 * i have listened to the golden tracks of Voyager I and i do not know what it was trying to say is it come for we have rich … Continue reading
legs like light signalling for me to follow until one of us ends and even then there’s some * the one thing i see in other humans is that they do not see the humanity of other’s because i don’t either * a man’s back stuck in public transport with no communication or understanding why looks … Continue reading
she says she cheated on me and i am so tired all of a sudden and there’s a place to sleep here somewhere though it used to be her stomach in summer or a shoulder in winter but i can’t tell the outside from the inside now and so i look back to her as … Continue reading
we are our own light in darkness that does not belong to us but that is us a waiting absence spent belonging to it despite the short and suffocating time we moved beyond to create to make to delight * her arms tied at the elbows like meat netted in plastic or a puppet whose … Continue reading
i’ve been trying to make it so that i can make it alright for others who want the same and will learn when they are here and sludge that it is not so great to be similar to slime and to have it made for what is left besides others who wonder what it’s like … Continue reading
i was blind as a child when i put on glasses and saw that i didn’t look as i thought which was like trying to spell out a hum as cold as the night and warm as the ground that would be there as a blanket when i could see no more but still go … Continue reading
in the last sky there was nothing but hush and the receding top of morning that rustled to those whose silence grows on the first day where nothing else is besides them and the realization of how little that means to them and whatever’s left * meek among men i try to tell you that … Continue reading
poetry is just drunk chunks of undigested thoughts pretending to be a meal that must be suckled from the floor for feeling * poetry is unpoetic far too often and often too far from poets who try to say all that’s been said by saying very little for that bit is how much has mattered … Continue reading
i am gone though i have only just arrived at the bar where people come to go to where i went without much thought besides for the hope of being led deeper into this like an anchor that doesn’t hit the bottom or a boat that does * why do we do when all that … Continue reading
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