Response

Why is it, That emptiness begets itself?   Silence echoes, without a sound. As the void grows.   When I write, It is written. But on those days I don’t Nothing is read.   Why is it so?  

Flies

Flies tacking geometric flight.   Hanging in the warm air, walking set paths, through the immaterial.   Back and forth. To and fro.   Mapping lines, on an empty map.  

Passwords

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Audience

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Homecoming

Key, lock. Key, lock.   Arm, door, hinge, open. Fingers, move. Alarm code, fingers press.   Beeps cease, ears calm. Body twists. Key in hand.   Door shoulder contact. Key lock aligned.   Threshold crossed, Liminality finished.   Home is here.

Further life

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Dada

Dada has no rules   This is Dada, So is—–this   If I am dada, and you say dada. Then Yes yes It is all good   In that it is Dada.