A Distribution of Instants
















You spin on a blue plane and the yellow lights you send from your hands bend into ribbons across the fragile the balance & sound is bits of paper falling.
















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sometimes i just like the way lines and words look together.

A Distribution of Attractors











Looking for you desire pulls through me like a knotted razor that catches then hurtles me across spaces where each thing empties onto permutations along the rolling of time through the opening outward & the tumbling away.














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