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                                     if I write too much or
                                     if I worry that I don’t write

                                     I have become the insincerity
                                     that I write to confound

                                     I should write when it flows and sobs
                                     I should not write when stuck in parse

                                     no quota too empty
                                     no fate to fulfil





being & settling wormhole: the sounds the difficulty and the long long strands of liquorice
flow wormhole: trinary
identity wormhole: lost self
living wormhole: Do Nothing Usually / Take Everything Regularly / Consider It All Clearly / And Step Aside It Waltzingly
writing wormhole: the empty page: