26 November 2023
29 November 2023
deeply hidden view
between steep hills a sprig of sun beguiles a bud a timed dent urge a complex never kinked before
for until now this nth reality’s been mute in skelter though maybe oft repeated when conditions
propitiate a new creation
an uber tongue
just atom bits connections paper stone in silico
in air or touch or skin primordial speech dance anguish joy
only to be gasped grasped by us and
not machines
not now