Thursday, May 1, 2025

Un thought 2017

What if there was no outside - .no division between the not so pure space where your thoughts & unthoughts reside and the drift & dander that clings to & coates all surfaces beyond the body?

What if this dust as soft & elusive as the milky moon seen through fog lit sky settled comfortably as the isness and no forms could ever be deciphered?

I wrote this in 2017.

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