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PLASMA

Dear Reader,


where i stood

in the woods


waiting for you


as i waited i elongated the area my body consumed

down the driveway

across forced grass

through the open spaces of dense brambles


i stand still



been thinking about the four stages of matter

been thinkin about how those stages fit in with Joseph Campbell's story circle


become addicted to exposing the individual depictions of our Universal Narrative


been thinking about Thales of Miletus

and his olive press


been thinking about toolboxearth as different types of plasma

a space

a state

an interaction

rather than a product


a place to put static

and excite


an invitation to expand

down a driveway

across forced grass

through negative spaces within

density


allow yourself the time

it won't change unless you let it




With urgency amongst forward motion,

As truth sits,


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