Thursday, 4 January 2018

ever talk in space poverty or say, you know, have art accompany you, not stink conceited, sit with me, present a sheet, my fingers touch it, look, look at you


man and woman on space station meditation two cushions facing each other ten feet away same room but not same room, air wiggles between, a sheet of air, a thick wall


give art, read small note, in coffeeshop, scared meditators, of oppressors, or local easy library sort of suspect you the authorities do unnoticed gentle meditators so many they get away

"show me your art" she says, dressing in black cotton, a grey thread, pin on, small clips, square of greys and blacks ragged threads, small can you blend in not see only if looking

he pushes sheet forward, he has small square on body too, threads leading nowhere

talk

his finger near small black words stationary like from book modern on a screen he carries, she has one too, finger near speak voice "away from moment" "in moment" stare, not interrupt "away from moment" pop in, into reality moment apparently

couldn't have better

wanted better

in this life wordy scalper fiction sell ticket expensive to my cheap inside make a home not charge

ever friends on take me home right here not allowed blaring reality find aching small spot can live any day

lovely words tinker car face pull in roads of these

like these park emergency break turn off all things come in

you are here

page zero one two 99 10-0

supporting this

in our minds life and lively






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