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                                                                      young –
                I don’t know how things are done I just stare wonderingly and act inexplicably
                                but I had the perfect cover – I was a child

                                                                                    Dad left –
I still don’t know how things happen so I sit and explore the wonder in comics
                                most of the time
                under cover of being – ‘the man of the house now’

                                                                      teenager –
                I still don’t know how to be with others
but I am finding an ethic and aesthetic wonderful within the things I don’t understand and beginning to see
                                                   that others do not
                while reading and being a student – that’s what students do

                                                   and adult –
I do all the things I’m supposed to do
                but still do not understand them and even try to take them seriously
                                all the while slowly becoming old and left alone
                                                                      politely – I’m past understanding now

                                was it me –
                or was there really nothing to understand all along
or did I just go wrong looking for the sparkle elsewhere than where I’d find it …


                                                                      …?   – play play play
                                with everything – the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice





abandonment wormhole: I don’t know what to do …
being wormhole: the empty page:
childhood wormhole: transition
comics wormhole: Knapps
Dad wormhole: still waving!
doing wormhole: the Big Stage
emergence wormhole: still there // above the / Dallin Road / allotments / looking high over the river and the city
life wormhole: lost self
living wormhole: Have what, now?
looking wormhole: let
others wormhole: as they wish
play wormhole: NOW!!!
reading & talking to myself wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
settling wormhole: 25% scaffolding & rope
society wormhole: shared anxiety
sound wormhole: tired