Saturday, August 10, 2013


It's a moment of realizing the disappearing past the disappearing self the diminishing us the moon even goes away in disgust and terror light of my nights deprived if a wand then so a hand manipulated into misrepresentation perennial victim each exhalation a decade's old commercial pulsing out of our bodies wandering the universe the metaverse it's a slow trap we all fall down upon or into evaporating memories echoing electricity rebounding between an ever decreasing number of diodes. Entropic progression what we fearfully call a solution a presupposed conclusion but it's a moment a transition from vaguely known to unknown again a dissipation the disappearing presence of a feigned singular consciousness realizing that everything we can conceptualize and emit is contained in a series of closed systems a series of diminishing yet pulsing exhalations.

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