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2014, 5*, abstract, air, blue, field, impermanence, lifetimes, lilac, olive, painting, purple, time
the rectangular dab
an upstroke
lilac like a brick
on end twisted
off the canvas
like a slipped step
showing purple
underneath
floating in olive air
but no Prussian Blue –
doesn’t work – just
a border wide as half
the field we stand in, face it
it’s the next day
the moment is finished
the edge has come …
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air & blue & lilac wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
field wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
lifetimes wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II
olive wormhole: deeper
purple wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
time wormhole: I am a solid block of stone
mlewisredford 
…but the left edge, right?
Always been fascinated by man’s propensity for establishing arbitrary borders for things, so many things, every thing…..day into night, night into day, one day into the next, one species and another, land and sea, earth and sky…..
…where goes the fuzz-
iness when man
walks in….?
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no fuzziness, man, absolute All and Clarity … with no borders;
I think borders come as soon as the discernment of “I” (and therefore not-“I”) happens, and that little happenstance kicks in way before we were even born into our previous lives, let alone whoops-in-history; higgledy, piggledy
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“…and he separated the light from the darkness. God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” ”
It all started a long, long time ago….
….pretty sure it was a cocktail party. Yawheh was there. And Brahma. And….well, you know, EVERYONE was there. And every conversation started with, “So, what did you differentiate first?”
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I blame the bourbon
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… you mean the spirit that hovered over the waters of chaos was … bourbon???!
I’m going to have to go back and read that book again.
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a god walks into a bar – – – CLNNNNG!
but no, oo-er missus, “So, what did you differentiate first: the chicken or the egg?!” ker-chnnk; bsssh ‘hello … anyone there?’
tumbleweed
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