Character Sketch
Liquid blue night, no beginning, tall grass reflect blue back
to light
Or void silky swimming in breathing in ebonite
dust paste
Moments and time are solid projectiles through oilsoaked
submerge cloak.
Rapid typewriter eyes readjusting focus that dodges
clarity of space of solidified confused desolation.
Real time was fresh air and was replay veiled in loose suspended matter.
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