The
labyrinth stretches 9 minutes fast.
You
can not remove the transparent clockwork
from
its busy hair.
No
live hound has ever sat here before.
A
sort of Times Square but one that doesn't
consume
what you tell it to. An indicator of flatness.
Windy
worthless lights hang from paperhangers.
And
yet you end up tracing a seaweed-like trajectory into the
holes
of passing faces. The geometric palette of
any
cognitive undertow. Heatwaves from the robotic
house
plant's left brain.
Earth
(i.e. dirt) is very easy to deploy (e.g. throw)
and,
when stacked high, knock down.
Eliciting
emotion.
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