imitation is iteration
a mind imitates itself
sometimes badly; sometimes well
infinite stakes
Infinite stakes; infinite pawns
Infinite cradles; infinite lawns
the seeds of everything
casually blowing off the dust of dreams
clearing cobwebs left by vague visions
will the line break?
the line won’t break unless you think it might.
so just don’t.
is it really a face?
underneath the water, in a dark place
little spots of color illuminate a face