when I
blink, said blink is offset toward the middle
making
the blink look a bit misanthropic
I have
accepted and embraced this phenomenon, as
I have
my dementia, which is exactly there
where
I rest my right knee
this
might be related but it might not, but I'd also
begun
to stroke my cat's sandbox – in time,
I'd
broken its sandbox atmosphere
and
plus into the bargain, the infinite broke,
in a
gaggle of spasms on a tether
a
sneeze pushed to the back of a windsock
a
brawl in a bar, a layered, accumulative transvestite
I sat
watching it and being part of the layers and
enjoying
myself, feet clip-clopping on the floor's
absence
of space, absence of floor, which was
littered
with traffic info, still, neon green heads up display
for a
true pilot of his horse-drawn spaceship
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