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2016, buildings, career, city, columns, dream, Europe, eyes, facade, green, lime, passing, talking
as we talked
standing about
like columns
a building moved
in the corner
of my eye; I broke
the circle to see it
move independent
of the learnèd city,
but they wouldn’t
believe me if I told them,
so I said nothing
while they
continued their bavardage
as it drew down
central avenue, a lime-
green building on a
trailer pulled by
I know not what but
the crowds of common élan
the facades turned
their mutual angles
slowly as it passed,
I knew I needn’t have
told them, they
hadn’t noticed it
anyway
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
buildings wormhole: tabla
career wormhole: Teaching career: much like Monet’s ‘Impression: soleil levant’ or, in the long run, de Chirico’s ‘The Red Tower’
city & passing wormhole: like ink – poewieview #23
dream & lime wormhole: 1964
eyes wormhole: b / r / e / a / t / h / i / n / g
green wormhole: don’t look / at her eyes – poewieview #18
talking wormhole: early evening
mlewisredford 
THIS one. Yes. It takes all of the words from your past few posts and distills them to their essence. My heart breaks.
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You’ve done it again, Jilanne, you read so much more and better than the sum of the words – you are so precious (and I’m not getting weird: a writer is only as good as their best reader; you make my words pretty damn good, thank you); I had a pretty bad day yesterday – ongoing decline of my career, I threw out some old pieces simply to get some anchor and, somewhat cathartised(!), suddenly triggered a dream I (think I)’d had the night before but hadn’t remembered until then, so I wrote it straight down and posted it as finale almost immediately; it let me release a bit; thank you so much for recognising
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I hope the catharsis is complete. Or least complete enough so it will allow you to move forward.
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