as to that which you sentmost recently
"a video"which is to say... "i see"
yes...
things are there...there where the((( wall creeps )))eYe seea
trembling ruddy red chorus with ligatures of greena cool Fall
sibilance of ivy leaves singing as if in hopes to stave off the dry
eventualityof brick and mortar...desiccation and hollow
hubrisbrittle tinder for kindlingthe eternal flameof
wisdoms...(singular and plural)searching uponsearching...there is
no end,and thisin itselfyes is alwaysforeverenough...
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mister mat,
that is a nice littlevideOhhhhh...
a grave and finely grained one...
((( a portrait of a space... open yet confined...
little coils of lifeproclaim...we arethe rhizome defined...
each year the same weather sets a quiet frame as the "wall
creeps" forward under the burden of time deferred )))
