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I measure through the span of my arms.
Through armament, through bridges.
No shores but wires.
- Edward
On 23/03/2025 04:40, Alan Sondheim via NetBehaviour wrote:
How is one
How am I to write anything about my life?
How am I to write anything?
Anything at all?
What I was given is what I took.
What I took to be me.
Looking backward, I see nothing.
Nothing like a glass with nothing beyond.
This is not the time for reflection.
What is left is absent, dense, silhouette.
Darkness cuts through darkness.
One never knows.
I measure through the span of my arms.
Through armament, through bridges.
No shores but wires.
Community comes and goes.
How am I to write anything about your life?
About any life at all?
Write your life and I will take it,
life and all.
It is true that time goes on.
It is also true that time returns.
We remain for returns.
We remain for nothing, but returns.
How am I to write about what has happened,
When what has happened has not yet happened.
The wringing of hands and bells.
The bells which have not yet sounded.
How is one to write anything?
How is one to write anything at all?
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