yellow in time cards a routine a forgetting
in clouds of unknowing to be a sign attempting
to connect with other signs in fields of stagnant
rhizomes that would if the season was correct
shift motion from here to another here as if
thought could take place in the still moment
as the entire heraclitean bundle rolled up in
a ball for a lyric moment of eternity spilling out
among so many spears thrust straight for the
seat of love lost along with life
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