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hinge

it all hinges on this, I thought. it all comes down to being able to complete this task. if I can't do it, then what? nothing. that's right, nothing. I'm telling you, everything rides on this. I can't quite explain how significant this really is. imagine a day without sun. okay? imagine being the sun and just completely fucking up.

i open my hand like an upside down umbrella, and watch atomic planets tremble: grains of sand.

there is an intersection near my home that has probably seen too much pain. there are five stop signs that lead into it - four is a crowd, five is a chaotic pitch of metal flies whirring about, each with a destination more important to get to than the other. three hundred years ago, george washington called a small stone structure, now built into a house, his bunker. i wonder how many little leaden insects whistled a chilling tune. the jaws of life could not save a young boy with blood in his tricorne cap.

robot

so a robot had two microchips and three circuit boards. and a robot could break codes and add up to forever plus (x+1) and a robot could hold you in its arms and rock you to sleep without loving what was in steely arms.

you wondered about if maybe the sky was a pool like an ocean of empty with meteoroids for fish and planets for whales if you went, you'd still need hold your breath.

basic

there was some orange juice in the fridge and as i poured the nectar, milk followed the stuff that makes bones strong and only tells the truth so when that acid juice and that basic milk mixed i curdled and felt the bruises on the orange fruit, that were hidden once by sweet sweet nectar

we dragged a shopvac across the basement floor, trying to drain some of the water seeping through the walls, the well, the ground, from the saturated earth in the rainstorm.

i saw a painting once where a rocket flew into the sky golden heat spewing from its massive exhaust pipes showering down like firecrackers over a deep blue night

what was my mythology? some endless continuity of being with and fearing without; a childlike wonder of the snow before freezing in the merciless air of a winter night.

a maze, amazed.

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Cyrus wrote about cross
“three stones sit there, out of place, in the dusty road. not quite pebbles, kicked up from the tires of leviathan trucks, and not quite large enough to be markers or to hold up an old rotting sign po…”

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