lower level
never “hello,” or “mind if i come in?”
you barge in confidently
time to get out
the place that I’m standing is the place from which i see i see you standing there, but i don’t think you see me you’re looking at a different person in the place that they would be and the place you think I’m standing is the place from which I’d see if I saw from...sweet to some
it’s sweet until it eats your skin
erodes your bones til paper thin
are you home?
step into the hallway
black curtains in the dark
heal the sick
the code unwinds into branchesthe lines unfurl into leavesthe edge creeps across the expanseswith each little spark it receives unfolding in every directionall sensing and being and birththen it cracks under guise of protectionand disease spreads across the whole...
imitation is iteration
a mind imitates itself
sometimes badly; sometimes well