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An exercise in using emoji as prompts for an abstract poem. I think written in December, drafted in WordPress in February.

Sleep Sprout, don’t die

It’s key to your health, you know, key to your art

Where we were together, there were times and there were times, and the times occupied the spaces, while the spaces vacated themselves, and traveled to India

Our minds were our thoughts and our thoughts were legion; therein lies the problem of fixity being illusionary

The thoughts chained and descriptivized, the mind wandered divergently dressed to the nines, so, no place was handy, and the tube ran out of tracks in our Dehumanizations…

You think I’m not you, but then what do you believe yourself to be? If that mind is you and this very mind is the Buddha, then what is enlightenment?

Take the invisible no for an answer and wander on with your life, lost –

There is always another way up the slide.

The second law’s irreversibility is merely imposed by the apparatus of neurons –

Yes, the lady in the back corner, what’s your question?

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