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Hands rest  In pockets, Fingers pinch An inseam – let go  And secure  Flesh for fabric. (where has the time gone?) Faith in  Corporeal  Structures, categorizes  Conscious content  To relay another happenstance And create the moment, Despite what it’s not.  Foregoing another minute, Quiet breaks… Piano melodies inhabit vibrations, Teasing the eyes to distinguish truth Continue reading “Φ”

good mourning to right angles

Right angles dominate stone, composing city blocks, casting aspersions toward gutters afflicted with hunchbacks, cracked windows and double glass, smothered in a milky sheen, giving the impression steam is always present.  Archways challenge flat rooftops for rain collection. Flat-tops halt the water, collect it to form oblong puddles and in the morning sun, reflect treeContinue reading “good mourning to right angles”