a rip in the fabric of a fragile space-time (the now)
kiwi cuts
like sour blood
they know my name
relatively free, surrounded,
figment:
and spiderwebbed fingers.
spherical (infinitesimal)
no beginning, no end, traffic jam in between
pendulum
fortune
pendulum back
reflections in the rocks
and pebbles in my gums like teeth
say - no stamp - forward
like this,
trust tomorrow
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