mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Friday, April 11, 2008
feet of shadows
in presences i swoon distance and am found in the flatness of a memory not my own an undifferentiated abyss of sameness feet of shadows trudge this space of absence.
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