06 Friday Sep 2019
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distance
passing revolving
turbine blades; spring air stirs dust
into the future
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
air wormhole: at Kreukenhof
haiku[esque] wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – pigs
passing & Spring wormhole: everything is caused by something, which / something is caused by something else, nothing / stands alone where all pass as phantoms
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Which leads me to the question: If distance = velocity x time, how do we measure that which has not yet happened? In other words, how much dust will I be collecting down the road?
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you will be collecting precisely as much dust as the needs of the ‘I’ taken with you; but if you turn with the ‘bine’ (…!) you’ll merely, and gloriously, light a bulb; keep on shining, `man
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