in the notions born of motion
collisions
subatomic reactions writ large
big print even the slowest can read
narrowing peripheral vision = time lapse x telemetry minus trajectory
chain reaction attraction pulls and pushes repelling us
down the steep slopes of the changing contours our movements describe
glancing blows and permanent attachments
like shit
happen in the coming and going
we are busy we have to be
clumsy unless we take care
our means are limited each according to his own
on a boat or in the drink
the currents sweep us higher and lower
toer and froer
storms calm torrents and ripples
sooner or later we drink them all
navigation while not pointless is planning
lost between latitudes
amid the fragments of chaos and collapse
you can hear god laughing
i took away trajectory and saw more clearly the action came in waves
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