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Behind one door of course is a giant room, indistinct colours coming into focus shapes forming meaning patterns establishing coalescent understanding huge, oh huge! Another door reveals hard edges, firmer lines things to lift and move a catalogue of voices swaying rows of figures regulated, rigorous Now a third door opens on a shared space merging pictures hybrid hopes budding, blooming memories of the first door memories of the second door. Many more passed and one more opened on a tiny room senses shrivelled fog and white noise an anteroom, a cell grim and hopeless, sure But always, the corridor.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
Always the Corridor
Behind one door of course is a giant room, indistinct colours coming into focus shapes forming meaning patterns establishing coalescent understanding huge, oh huge! Another door reveals hard edges, firmer lines things to lift and move a catalogue of voices swaying rows of figures regulated, rigorous Now a third door opens on a shared space merging pictures hybrid hopes budding, blooming memories of the first door memories of the second door. Many more passed and one more opened on a tiny room senses shrivelled fog and white noise an anteroom, a cell grim and hopeless, sure But always, the corridor.
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alan-mcclure
Scottish
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
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