Sunday, December 07, 2008


Who are the Tunnel Birds? Where are The Pills? Which is The Pavement That Glistens? The night got torn and grabs at morning. Knife to Spoon: someone listens. It’s this cave, packed with rats and bats, and people artifacts. We, the people. We, the facts. “It’s,” as it appears above, is memory. No, not memory. It’s the space between thought and action. Call it your sañña, your perception. Call it what you like, but call it into question.

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