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a thought exceeds another word for thought ascending thinks an other exhausts itself against its bind flailing about to multiply refusing again to know thyself
a thought exceeds another word for thought ascending thinks an other exhausts itself against its bind flailing about to multiply refusing again to know thyself
neither grasping nor resisting you achieve nothing completely
what hears the ringing and the birds? what hears the branches and the leaves street sounds, passing aircraft all at once? then there is a Blue Jay to fuck with you
memory, the last memory — no horizon it is the last to the last – as it is a dead bird falling through the air shaped and reshaped by the falling – meaning giving meaning a freedom – a dead freedom and giving the beauty – leave it be
stiff hands – the winter trees across the twilight horizon sound is unnervingly close – intimate and forceful sweet dire time – I forget
unearthly sounds from the earth – another voice – and another unintelligible metal on metal as if the voices were grinding themselves one against the other water again – engaging in water action – beautiful in its way night again – and another day – birds fly through the beam making bird shadows against the containing walls sounding down now – the birds chasing their shadows wind – moving and moving – water again and thinking – so alien to the world perhaps the night is thinking – night silent – and another day
sentience may have been a mistake
thunder and a voice with only the rotting wood to hear it wind palms down the tall grass – night – and another day a space once occupied, now emptied and still what life the air moving – the water pooling emptier than now – now emptier still ambered quiet at the beginning and another day we could but live, if living were enough for us birds beyond the glass sing the day away