There are locations
that do exist,
in between,
outside,
centered,
edges,
points and places.
The space in which, thoughts persist,
connecting dots
in a sense matrix,
where words can become shapes
moving concepts
in many ways.
A different kind of map
for navigating the world.
To love life like it were a cube
colored in my favorite cool blue
Reminding me of water
and loosing form
the moment upon
it coming to mind.
Your noise pollution
diluting
something of unclear
import
but gets filed under;
URGENT.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
There are locations
that do exist,
in between,
outside,
centered,
edges,
points and places.
The space in which, thoughts persist,
connecting dots
in a sense matrix,
where words can become shapes
moving concepts
in many ways.
A different kind of map
for navigating the world.
To love life like it were a cube
colored in my favorite cool blue
Reminding me of water
and loosing form
the moment upon
it coming to mind.
Your noise pollution
diluting
something of unclear
import
but gets filed under;
URGENT.
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