I cannot
me
I want to
Music hooks my attention. If ‘decent,’ it moves through my spine like currents.
Time changes.
Threaded to be unwound
Like a record’s groove.
Linear thread to unwind in the minotaur’s maze.
Did you bring your own thread this time?
Trying to attune to the ephemeral and corporeal energetic grid.
Doing in contribution, perhaps sight unseen.
Tao.
Tao of the mystic
Doubt everything and everyone
while
simultaneously
trusting people and things to be who and what they ‘are.’
Method of attempted peace and openness.
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