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| Vintage Watching Eye from The Graphics Fairy |
There was this incredible amount
of
residual weight and space carving
as a chisel and a light tap hammer
might while looking up brightly
voided
out in the ceiling a blank canvas
in which to carve out a new churning
slate
Dreams set in and then hours burn
until their wake and imprint locks
and strains
its tension inertia upon
extremities at rest
The façade of movement in
repetition
patterns strewn in piles of stained
logic
planned and plotted, pointed in one
direction
and another from the bed to the
sink
to the drain, then moved again to
cover
signs of distress
Its lift, inverse weightlessness
burrowed parasite feeding on the
guts and brains
freely dispersed to attendees
immersed in shunting feigned consensus
in absentia
MM 5.2023
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