is there a sequence.   which first.   which second.   like breathing.   like sleeping, being awake.   does one exist without the other.   does language take sides.   can you explain why this is a rabbit hole.   the way you know, standing barefoot on the beach, each wave receding takes some sand away from beneath your feet.   although it never puts any sand back again.
        not till you’re gone, looking away.

I see beauty.   changing.   same time I’m also afraid.   all that energy stirring, changing, whilst I represent a status quo, all my big thoughts inside.   thus admire those whose nature calls this home, a home which both supports and keeps.   you are one face of common reality.
        no way out, neither desire.

foreground.   background.   language follows us.   poems first.   maybe the world is more fluid.   maybe we are our own ocean inside.   hard to see what is everywhere.   background seems to matter less.
        I misunderstand a lot.

it is different to live three-dimensionally.   we don’t really have thoughts for that.   we are surface crawlers.   even our time in the skies are nothing more than brief leaps.   we cannot stay.   even birds.   
        we fall.

and yet, circles comfort me.

 
 
 
 
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