Essentialist, Timespatially Equivalent

There is so much pressure on the weekend, it feels like we exist in grimace, all living must be done in double time, no triple.

i grip promise like an elder does coupons. This way i could save something for myself. Like i’m too tired to be known of. Taking shelter from sort,

i storm in the form of a downward spiral. Shapely but grotesque.

No exact aspect, the ratio a reminder that women were the first computers.

Mistakenly, i thought it was rebellion to be obsessed with cataloging information.

Anything that is You reaching outside of Yourself to feel good, has cost.

You have to shed the detachment through the detachment. Deal with the part of Yourself that is attached. Ego is not a mistake, it is a vehicle.

vroom vroom.

me, a dysfunctional biped,

neither fully upright

or returning to the earth.

like a shadow, i elude binaries,

migrating across the forest floor at my favorite intersection of deer trails where the sky opens up and so do i

responding to a light source

watching the sun

the space of awareness is the most important one.