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Joan Baez
how it slipped away
and bits of earthly desires; synapses unraveling, detracting, as they fall apart. i try to hang on to as many details, as they visibly shrink and dissolve into the unseen.
all the stuff you know that i know that you know, as does he, and she, and them, as do i. and yet here we are. speaking to each other about nothing, while having internal monologues about everything.
no doubt there’s better ways
i doubt there’s worse, but maybe there’s always room for that too
forgetting is like forgiveness,
you never know when it may get reversed
take it back, and forth
back and forth
continuous weave
into
my spiral thoughts
one another other
muscles turning, limbs contorting,
sinuous lines
Mannerism
pressed, pushed, pulled
in perfect tension
highlight number 7: the absurdity of living in a continuously remade bubble, everyone running around (or rolling around) bursting each other’s bubbles. guys, it’s not working! gravity… we’ll always go downhill from up here.
