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2013, 6*, awareness, climbing, dawn, doors, grey, hope, life, living, nausea, ochre, rock, seeing, step, walking, walls
there is a wall before me
gets higher as I walk towards it
so wide that I cannot turn my head
footings deep of the rock on which I stand
I thought there was a door once
but I can never see where I want to
I thought to climb it for there was a dawn which crept along its
battlements but it is featureless it silently radiates grey with ochre stains of nausea
hopeless
but that I have come such a long way
I shall just have to walk through it without
knowing where to go sure only of every step I take
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
awareness wormhole: lesson from watching two crane flies work the evening / skating across the panes flying and pushing legs grappling / the glass crossing repulsive over themselves and clinging akimbo / for a rest until lifeless just to get their stickly bodies through to the light
dawn wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
doors & walls wormhole: such such potential
grey wormhole: ‘avenue of wraggled gorse tops …’
life wormhole: divergent // direction
living wormhole: do I
ochre wormhole: “I / am Spartacus”
seeing wormhole: the goldilocks stance
walking wormhole: step
