3/21/2023, everything is subtitle
Headless TY Rhyd Wildermuth & Douglas Harding Con/Jur/d, 3/21/2023 I made myself stupid or rather the world conspired to strike me dumb with awe friends, co-conspirators, family ask, "How are you alive?" That's the question, ain't it? Given the circumstances of the unknowable in every direction in time, space dimensions on a spectrum from flat to head exploding entanglements I'm shocked we don't sit ( more often )on the curb, hedgerow, cliff heads neatly tucked in the crook between arm and chest one ear listening to our hearts the other sensing the electromyographic twitch of our intentions to build sandcastles despite the tide rising in every cor - ner Saying, “This is the moat this is the steeple, these are the people, a chorus singing solo parts in harmony” "Who can afford to see a dentist?" "I'm worried about hydrofluorocarbons" “Or did you see this? Look what they did now!” "Without branding, you'll never be..." over and over and over And calling ground mollusks, radically reduced geography as it quickly drys out, falling slowly at first Building speed accelerating toward collapse shifting unstable ground the air redolent with seaweed and microplastics, bound together negative ions, the sky filled with endless stars appearing in the crepuscular firmament, life.
Much, much love,
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