becoming
aware of how populous
are the voices of my mind
like the hounds-tooth patterns that preclude fainting
like moving into a marketplace
where all the merchants
shout their wares
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being wormhole: nothing to write
identity wormhole: a little bit of love / and muffle
mind wormhole: grrr
sitting wormhole: thick thick fog
voices wormhole: the peculiar continuum of trains
mlewisredford 