Before you call the police, I can explain ... A while back I was at the mall buying my mom shoes when this lady from all natural products or something or the other stopped me and asked to see my hands. She proceeded to buff them out and the end result was it looking like I had clear nail polish on my fingers. All the while during this demo she went through explaining the perks, advantages and awesomeness of the product she was selling to me for $49.99 and I could only fixate on her accent.

She had a marvelous accent, upon further prodding I found out she was not from around town. I could never have bought the product had she not have talked it down to $25.00 for shampoo, nail buffer and something else for you fingertips I have no idea what it's called.

So today I am returning the shoes because they don't fit the intended recipient, I bump into her again, but she was selling her buffing thingy to a lady ... so I walked past and decided to bump into her on my way...

In your preoccupation with entering the stream,
you turn your back on that which brought you here:
the worlds that would teach you languages that
can speak to those now flitting by.

Nothing speaks to you in this moment, and you cannot
translate the penetrating noise despite your best
attempts at filtering it out.

Sitting on the cusp between the real and the imagined,
you cannot focus on anything but how it's as sharp
as the point of a spear.

You give into impulses that pull in either direction;
you stumble, yet never fall.
You resist--and in that fool's tenacity, you insist
on being nothing,
a subject of neither.

It's like spending the entire Saturday at the end of the world
stringing speaker wire
while having no music to listen to.

A Distribution of Bifurcations
















Your eyes I still see them through arrangements on fibers of curves and ink and the tumbling spaces beneath them in the morning as they open




a depth of beginning a depth of ending a depth of above a depth of below a depth of east a depth of west a depth of north a depth of south & the co-ordinates lines and forms I place to shape the present in its forking & what blossoms from.















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Seeing this video just made me all warm and fuzzy inside...