RE: Distantances!
You are viewing a single comment's thread:
love how your second dawn folds the horizon into itself, each step feels like rereading the same word.
If time leans we lean back, we listen for the hush between letters.
I'll keep that syllable underfoot, same note, new weather < would you read it the same tomorrow?
0
0
0.000
Tomorrow the word tilts differently. The pause still waits but the weather of it has changed. !PIZZA
Then let's meet the tilt like a rain bent vowel, same pause, new weahter. It reads us back, tomorow, and and the feet still remember the ground. The note holds while the sky swaps coats.