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                                                              anatta

                                     in a world that
                just don’t work right
                           that just don’t work right
                to make sense to me
                           to make sense of me
                there is great comfort
                           in spin-off where
       ideas can be cohesive
                and reach out like tendrils
                           for to grow my own roots and fibre
       where pictures can be composed
                and deepen like open envelopes
                           to structure my walls and windows
       where sounds can be accorded
                and wonder like turns of a breeze
                           there to open doors and
                                     navigate my way
       and all my lifetime leaping (taller than a single building)
                           and running (faster than a speeding bullet) from the
                           very ground I start from
                                     every time

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being & identity & settling & sitting wormhole: far too muscular
breeze wormhole: chrysalissing
doing wormhole: “rest your frontal lobe”
doors wormhole: radio
sound wormhole: Leicester
superhero wormhole: preee -senting // en- / senting
Superman wormhole: and no one would know
thinking wormhole: how ironic
walls wormhole: so lonely
windows wormhole: Science lesson
world wormhole: brave new world?

 

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