Dear Reader,
where i stood
in the woods
waiting for you
as i waited i elongated the area my body consumed
down the driveway
across forced grass
through the open spaces of dense brambles
i stand still
been thinking about the four stages of matter
been thinkin about how those stages fit in with Joseph Campbell's story circle
become addicted to exposing the individual depictions of our Universal Narrative
been thinking about Thales of Miletus
and his olive press
been thinking about toolboxearth as different types of plasma
a space
a state
an interaction
rather than a product
a place to put static
and excite
an invitation to expand
down a driveway
across forced grass
through negative spaces within
density
allow yourself the time
it won't change unless you let it
With urgency amongst forward motion,
As truth sits,
