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Relative Velocity

  • Jul 29, 2025
  • 1 min read

In-between the eyes and words

Tight wires mind-binding

bring and bend and break

What could be over

the spine of what was

known

But knowing flows stoneless, facts

When did it happen?

Questions pit falls and Edenlost

I ask to be left til I'm worth taking

Notes from under these lids, yet

every Soaring breach towards blue

feels tangled

Was it horizons all along

vigil my thoughts like wild things

Brandishing closely held suspicions

that

All gestures towards the stars are just ice upon the fuselage

and all roads point inwards, tightening

the borders of untiluntounbounded

Mayhaps the flatland proves the event

horizons were always finite

But in time what star is not becomes

A world unto its self

Let there be

lightly

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