Existence is both a horizon
and an indictment.
it is swimming in the sea
where we saw the dead whale,
permeated by memory
and endowed with a sense of place.
it is marriage and ***********
rather odd and indelicate,
it is the pitch and yaw
of once satellites,
in sheer idleness
and unemployment.
it is bloom and sprawl
in every direction,
planting roots,
it works against the edges,
fades into a rosy blur
in the corners of the subconscious.
it is accretion,
but often more preoccupied
with enhancing existing spaces
rather than conjuring new ones.
the longer we live, the further
our central drama falls away
from the frame,
and the more attuned we become
to the shifts happening
at the corners,
the markers of erosion.
everything is alive, yes,
but only for a moment or two.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
Existence is both a horizon
and an indictment.
it is swimming in the sea
where we saw the dead whale,
permeated by memory
and endowed with a sense of place.
it is marriage and ***********
rather odd and indelicate,
it is the pitch and yaw
of once satellites,
in sheer idleness
and unemployment.
it is bloom and sprawl
in every direction,
planting roots,
it works against the edges,
fades into a rosy blur
in the corners of the subconscious.
it is accretion,
but often more preoccupied
with enhancing existing spaces
rather than conjuring new ones.
the longer we live, the further
our central drama falls away
from the frame,
and the more attuned we become
to the shifts happening
at the corners,
the markers of erosion.
everything is alive, yes,
but only for a moment or two.
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