18 Nov 2011

Saturday Morning

One with the other. The other, the other. One as that, that as this, this as one. Water as writing. Writing as water.  Not with or from, but as. Liquid. And early somehow, and brief. And not typing either. A held scattering: held in the cup of a hand and swallowed to the neck as it is held by the mind and hand to the pen and diluted by the page...  Swallowed, pissed, read, remembered, forgot, again.

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