7/26/2023

The Topology of the Moment

A green-inflected motion sickness 

caused by words struggling to make up 

a story, making believe there is a story.  


There is no story. Never has been. 

Never will be anything 

but the gravel under your feet


and the dust in your bed.


[LSS, 7/26/23]


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