4.17.2017 | Glimpsing vastness suddenly amongst chaos, walking steadily to the studio intending to capture my insights in words, repeating fragments as mantras to help remember, getting there, quickly typing notes, misspellings, and turned phrases until the wave crests; then afterwords, sitting at a different table in front of a blank card, in the swirling energetic wake, I collect, as pencil lines, residue from the inspiration, the diaphanous strands too wispy to form letters. |
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