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                                what I missed
                                in all the experiences
                                of all my youth

                                while yet plain and
                                growing inert, I now write
                                infused by my own love

                                embellished by my own
                                context so that they
                                release quietly from the

                                feint flat page and move
                                to a shifting orchestral score
                                searching for resolve

                                                              all the while remaining unchanged





childhood wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
life wormhole: escape from Flat Planet
music wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
writing wormhole: the tangles fall apart