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(This is the most recent piece in a project that begins here.)
I am trying to remember the last thing that happened
– Hm?
No, it’s not important
I don’t think it is
I look up and see the house
See the suburbia beyond it
The bridge, then the city
– Here?
I don’t think so, no
The machine code is welcome
Tiny sounds
Maybe that’s it
That’s where it is
And where the last thing that happened happened
– Safekeeping.
Good point
Hold on a moment
Habits leak across the spaces
Actions replicate verbatim
Analogous
Everything is a part of everything else here, which makes it confusing
– No, I wouldn’t say confusion was it.
True I guess
It is…
— Driving.
We both turn to look at him
I spike my eyebrows once, he’s probably right
Then again he may not have meant it that way
I don’t know
I can feel the suburbs inhaling again
Somewhere out there there’s sunlight dripping onto the ground
It makes a spatter across the surface of the earth
The pieces of light strike the birds and they wake
I was awake before them
I was awake long after
– This room is very regular.
It is
Measured
Exact
A million engineers made this room
Made the life in which I live
They are good people
The very best
Who have shaped for me a place to set my feet
To set my head
– There are those villages, even now. Round houses, mud, thatched grass etc. A different kind of measurement.
I remember the old country
Everything measured, just not at the same time
As required
Expanding out in a riot of almost random placement
A trapezium of yea size is required, so it’s marked out
Plotted
Owned
One of my citizens laughs at that and I’m glad I’m being listened to
The interior is surveyed
Similarities and differences noted
Then the things I have no language for so cannot translate
I look at the words
Pairs of works
This thing about pairing
Today I have peace
It is a peace that has become rare
Rarity doesn’t seem to affect its value though
So I contrive a way to invoke it
Duplicate its instance
High atop the wall a child walks
A high wall
The wind pushing sporadically about
Walking along the narrow flat made irregular by time
Never falling
“High atop the wall a child walks A high wall The wind pushing sporadically about Walking along the narrow flat made irregular by time Never falling” Love.
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