Small view I live my world through:
This cut-crazy luxometry, so plosive:
Twenty-eight you’s and me’s crash:
Wring colors into it: They’ll marry:
The same Patterns, same Matrices:
Their view I live my world through:
Light trapped alive in a wire cobweb:
Rectangles trapped in a well:
The same: I catch my views in the world:
Either/or cyclones, I wring with my hands:
Now you’re twenty-eighths: Colors collapse:
My small world of patterns and wires
Never
Mind these beauty
Spotters, for they have the
Brains of dragonflies concerned
With flies
to finish it (as in close in
(and close it up (
to enclose it with the clothes (in the closet
(close it (and close out
it’s closed (as in closed up
(as in, inside there’s:
(past the closed
sign (of a closed-off building
it’s still (closed (down
so keep close (keep…
(thinking
Through, and between as
Well as a round walls
The traveling sound
(Sounds (and resounds))
It is certainly not
A silence, but a voice
Bouncing around, singing in
Side & outside one “brain”
It is not a voice saying
Per se, but a per son
Voicing – a daughter?
An opinion – a stance (seated)
That “nonsense is exactly
Nonjibberish” – “there
Lies a distinction” or “hear
Lies a distinct unction”
Hard to hear a soft
Yellow bellowing read
Aloud from so quietly far
Across the red hallway walls
Bad loom
The ghost counsel
Seven seven-sided
Dye, red like a bloodied coke can
Can you
relate
me to a day
and unpuncture, please, the
bold idea of our hot air
balloon
Open
Door into wall
Me inside your staircase
You to downside, on the upside:
Down. Up!
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