photography
the very thing
there is no such thing as wind
a photon line meets me
here
gravity waves
hands are knots
ever before or since
of course i can jump
inside the box
a sharp cut
i break my way
it’s not called light
there is no reason to worry
this dilemma
a chessboard
how do i determine
at definite times
fleeting black and white
even if it doesn’t exist
and again
i have serious doubts
i look up
gravity’s full stop
stage moves forward-one
another ago
just a step forward
it will slow me down
and how does the music stop
a more compact picasso
light disperses her gaze
air
wind has a dark spot
shadows increase
she stared
there are gaps
staring down
i’m not a butterfly
without
tana
the very thing
the very thing
i cannot afford
not finding the electron
not to know precisely where
baffles me
so i try to notice photons
from the standpoint of
texture
there is no such thing as wind
there is no such a thing as wind
though i still don’t know for sure
sharp and thorny cuts
it leaves a slow trace
in fact
it contradicts itself
it does settle
it’s a path with a door
a photon line meets me
a photon line meets me
and when it does
it isn’t always a pull
sometimes
i remain unchanged
absolute and fixed
as if it had not
completely happened
here
here
exists only through sound
a sound elsewhere
deformed by viewpoint
my arms swing
far from a center i cannot reach
i feel my back pulled by a long
pause
gravity waves
a step forward
no fixed background
gravity waves shift
pull
a form of matter
i’m not ready
i realize
hands are knots
hands are knots
shaping
allowing
the precise weight
if any
in my hands
sand
free falling
i don’t see or feel
and thus
i will hit the ground
ever before or since
ever before or since
do not exist
so i say nothing
ignore the one thing
the distinct geometry of chaos
the all tangled
uncertainty
of course i can jump
inside the box
inside the box
i evade detection
we overlap
me and the cat
schrodinger’s cat
position is ambiguous
back and forth become tempestuously frenzy
i should
must
though not quite yet
get out
of course
a sharp cut
a sharp cut
vertical
if i speak
entropy increases
so i hold still
in a narrow time span
it’s no use
matter unravels
i wouldn’t want to
anyway
i break my way
i break my way
to cease duration
photons lose energy
revealing
a point of awareness
a pause
it’s not called light
there is no reason to worry
i must stress that for the moment
we keep out of each other’s way
though
it is taking up a lot of space
tana
this dilemma
this dilemma
holding a mirror
nothing impulsive
two different points of view
a motionless patient gesture
tana
a chessboard
and there it is
watertight physics
there is only empty space
tana
how do i determine
how do i determine
should i sweep across
remain elusive
in and out
or not at all
at definite times
at definite times
for as long as possible
i dance
eventually
protons and electrons
tend to come
a painless splash
of a light blue dust
fleeting black and white
this dual perspective
i lie down
space time consciousness
it’s but a prediction
a point
two lines back and forth
a crack of some sort
i’m out but
then again
i might stop caring
even if it doesn’t exist
even if it does not exist
cat
comes in to play
for some reason i look at it
before long
diffuse matter heavy with brightness
intersects our way
and again
and again
i became one
was it because
she would not
raise her head
and so
the rippling
this being two
shifted again
i have serious doubts
an inverted graffiti breaks the symmetry
white and black squares
a kind of magnetic tension
what does it say
i have every reason to hesitate
tana
i look up
i look up
i follow a speck of dust
sat at a big chair
there is a pause
a blind alley
the white spaces around words seem
deliberate and
calm
tana
gravity’s full stop
gravity’s full stop
a new shape
far more serious replaces it
i can no longer drift
it approaches
it makes its way through
i start to ponder about yellow
stage moves forward-one
the stage moves forward
again
leaving an ever increasing gap
it startles the dream
tana
another ago
another ago
another equation
sealed
between commas
all it takes is another word
just a step forward
just a step forward
and out it comes
the state of before
here unravels simultaneously
sleep permeates it all
until
decoherence sets in
again
it will slow me down
and how does the music stop
and how does the music stop
how does the tune mellow
i sense it happening
i look inside the box
it’s vague
fleeting
a certain rotational deceleration
that has nothing
to do with me
a more compact picasso
a more compact picasso wind
streaming through
moment to moment
i push forward
things appear motionless
heavy
monotony
i slowly remove my eyes
without spreading matter
in any way
light disperses her gaze
light disperses her gaze
the one sound around
so words
my words
can flow out
air
air
somewhat hovering
it breaks off
my head starts to spin
an outward push
much like a burst of thin
dust running through
light spreads out well before
it ever reaches the ground
wind has a dark spot
wind has a dark spot
it affects the visible light
the distorted image of a scarf
expanding inversely
trying to figure out how
to come into being
shadows increase
shadows increase size
vertigo
i close my eyes
i focus on my next move
tana
she stared
she stared
as if
eyes were
no longer
dense enough
there are gaps
there are gaps
if i inverse my walk
crossing through blackness
blocks of turquoise stand out
as if they were
some cubist thoughts
and they are
staring down
staring down
she picked up her silence
vague
suspended
in the back of her throat
night
i’m not a butterfly
i’m not a butterfly
my arm reaches for the brush
i make little patterns
wear a dress
tana
without
without
coming to an end
the position of all
possible outcomes
runs through my back
slowly all the way up
neck contracts
stretches
and i sigh
tana