huh...I see.

blink

blink

blink

blink

blink

blink

blink

blink

...interesting.

I erased the first line

I don't know
how to feel

a river of
small blocks
flows around
my body

no slip condition
no slip condition
small blocks
flow around
my body

black cubes
axes blue
tumbling through
dark space
in liquid

turbulence
forms shapes
and
unbeknownst
familiarity
springs
gushing
springs
over my
unfamiliar
unfamiliar
unfamiliar
life

splashes
cool
against my
eyelids
protected
behind glass


behind glass
I rest
protected
eyelids
sleep

sleep

cluster spirals

there is a purpose
to our patterns and shapes
existence now
leaves a legacy
which
best
corresponds
to a precise time and place,
a point, relatively defined.

over time, this
relatively defined
point
  ojidvoijsvoijxc
   () }{ () }{ ()
becomes a trace
 oijsdfoijojisdfoij
  () }{ () }{ ()
of many paths
 fdsjiojoifdsjoioij
  () }{ () }{ ()
a set of paths
 oijfdsojioijsdfoij
  () }{ () }{ ()
cluster spirals
 fdsoijpsdfpoijdsf
  () }{ () }{ ()

if we choose
to view the world
only in the present
only in what causes
it all looks...
so bleak

but nah man
cluster spirals
form and spasm
chaotic
directions
facing what
comes to be.

yet, what
comes to be
has order
(even with disorder)

yea-ah-ah-ah
b'ti (um)
yea-ah-ah-ah
b'ti (um)

and with disorder
we draw shapes
in lines
along the order
we experience
...
we experience
...
and with disorder
we draw shapes
in lines
in order
to experience

it ain't bleak
jss' disorder
yea-ah-ah-ah
b'ti (um)
yea-ah-ah-ah
b'ti (um)
...
we experience.
b'ti (um)
we experience
b'ti (um)
(um) ti (um)
(um) ti (um)
(um) ti (um) ti