poetry and shorts on flow states of various kinds, occasional explorations into clutch states, ebbing.

Friday, October 9, 2015

untitled no. 4 (found while looking for the login info to file a tax return)



they were mining the past, churning deep into its depths and extracting the raw material of the future.


his memories were disappearing, all those familiar faces, familiar places, his family, moments of bliss and sorrow were slipping into the bright light of tomorrow.

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