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diary 17

[ w/ bright green large format dot grid & black ink ]

look

you are wearing the fold
grains in your pockets
the paper bag of the
rippling future

next

a flicker of light
forces distinction
some leave risk
shakily intact

to fold in on oneself
was once described as
fluorescence

to fold into the other
was looming

//

one loon
screams across the lake

brilliance
was never actually reserved
parties of four or more, please

tact shakes you
risk sweats you
distinction
also known as info

prior

greening echo
unpacks itself
into everything
preparing to green

look

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