Saturday 5 January 2019

i can't find my images

layered down
bubbling up
in front of the evanescent dream-machine
they drift away
perception is cognitive i am told
they surge as potential potere
no sharing
no votive longing
spinning code holds no glimmers
my shinies come from other places
nothing matters all considered
but other things

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