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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


allow yourself the time

it won't change unless you let it

With urgency amongst forward motion,

As truth sits,


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